Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Phox had, in many regards, been lenient with Fennec. He had always tried to see (haha) things from her perspective. However, when she dropped the bomb on him that she was leaving with Penn of all people wolves, he felt something in him snap. He had always tried so hard to be the lax, cool dad, but his brow furrowed and he couldn't do that this time around. He shot Towhee a discerning look, wondering how she had taken this news. Or was this the first she was hearing of it, too?

-I see,- Phox said curtly. -And when did you make this decision?- Weren't they supposed to talk these things over? Decide as a family, or at least pretend they were deciding as a family? How would Fennec feel if he'd told her he was leaving, no ifs ands or buts about it? He was angry, but he felt entitled to be angry. He was her father, after all, and she was blind for god's sake. Phox barely knew Penn, and he certainly didn't trust him.

All that said, he was glad that she had come to at least tell them before she ran off (as she'd done in the past).