Sun Mote Copse Fire and gold.

He kept wanting to bring up the Pip thing, but every time he thought to do it, something else came up. A child started screaming, somebody was hungry, or he was just plain tired. Eventually, though, things settled into some sense of lull, and Phox excused himself from Niamh to seek out Towhee. Of course, he'd kept his mouth shut about it, not daring to spread anything to even Niamh before he got Towhee's side of the story. He knew that Niamh was likely to take issue with that, but it felt like the right thing to do, considering how distant she was from the conflict.

He found Towhee exactly where he expected to find her: at the rendezvous site. He passed a zonked-out Meerkat on the way, snoring herself silly. Phox paused to place a little kiss on her cheek, causing her to shift a bit. He worried for a moment that she might rouse, but she stayed where she was, going right back to her loud snoring. Next up: sister talk.

-Hey,- he greeted, flopping onto the ground dramatically. -How's mom life?- No need to start with the icky stuff.