Sun Mote Copse Maybe we can make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere

The past several weeks had been a whirlwind. Between helping Towhee with Meerkat, preparing for Niamh's kids, and the quarantine, Phox had been a very busy bee. He'd still made time for Figment and Fennec whenever he could, trying not to let his attention be torn away from them too much with the incoming kids. Whatever free time he had outside of that had been spent hunting and sleeping. It was exhausting, to say the least, but ever-so-rewarding.

When Niamh kicked them out of the den, Phox had a feeling he knew what was going on. When she emerged "just to get a drink," he bit his lip with a billion questions that were caught in his throat (though her still-swollen belly answered the primary one). Whatever quiet and quick words he shared with Bronco were very much in the background of his mind, and when he heard Niamh give the news that he had (another!) son, Phox turned and unapologetically licked Bronco's cheek in a gesture of pure joy.

Then, TWO more girls. Fennec was going to be delighted! Meerkat would have three siblings to grow up with, and Phox felt his heart swell with pride and joy. When Niamh finally beckoned him in, Phox glanced at Bronco, getting the verbal go-ahead from him as well, and slipped in to greet his three little bundles of DeMonte-Blackthorn-Redhawk.

They're perfect, was the only thing he managed, nosing them gently before licking Niamh's nose as well.