Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

His hunting companion, whose name Phox still lacked, seemed concerned, and the Redhawk groaned. Migraine, he muttered, Usually I get more warning. Typically, they took some time before they really kicked in, and Phox could get back to the nest to prepare for the worst. This one was a real hard-hitter, though, and something about the cold water directly on his head had made the onset much, much quicker. He'd have to remember that for next time. Of course, the awful smell and stinging sensation from the skunk probably wasn't helping things either.

This, of course, left his hunting partner in an awkward position. Phox didn't want him to feel like he had to stick around, but at the same time, having somebody around might be a good idea. If only Niamh or Towhee were here. That would be a better situation, even if it wouldn't have been an ideal one. Instead, Phox was stuck out here with a near-stranger, completely defenseless as his head radiated with pain.