Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Life was, as it had been for the past few months, very busy. Phox did his best to split his time between his six children, although he was probably doing a poor job of it and giving nobody the attention they deserved. He felt like little Primrose wasn't getting any attention at all, and he hadn't spent as much quality time with the other two, either. But he also felt like Figment and Fennec were missing out, and so was Meerkat! It was likely he was just failing them all equally. Great job, Dad!

He had just dropped off the latest meal for the three youngest children when he heard Fennec's call, and he took a deep breath, kissed Niamh on the nose, and headed out to find his eldest daughter. Meerkat slammed right into his foreleg, tumbling over, blinking, and then running off again, and Phox could only laugh and roll his eyes. He felt that familiar "you're growing too fast" sentiment bubble up, and it was only emphasized seeing Towhee and Fennec talking up ahead.

-If it isn't my two favorite adult relatives,- he commented, both in sign and in speech. They looked... solemn. -What's got y'all so serious?- he asked, already bracing himself for whatever terrible news they might have to give him. Having just seen Meerkat, Niamh, and the trio, the only family member who was missing was Figment... but he could handle himself, right?