Sun Mote Copse Fire and gold.

Phox spinnin' theories left and right.

-Not as loud as you,- he teased, -but come to think of it, she does have a rather large set of lungs on her.- Phox chalked it up to her being a kid. Not just a kid, but an only kid. For the first month of her life, she hadn't had to vie for attention at all. After that, she'd had three siblings stealing a large chunk of that away. Maybe being as loud as possible was her way of trying to get some of that back, consciously or otherwise. Phox didn't even consider that she might have the same affliction as Towhee, considering she didn't have the same strange pronunciation of things.

-Do you think she knows you can't hear her?- Maybe they'd already had that conversation. Or maybe that was why Meerkat felt the need to yell everything. Maybe she thought if she was loud enough, her mama would be able to pick up on it.