Golden Glade savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

Phox's gaze swept around the area, at first thinking that Pippin was looking for a den. But why would he do that? Was he going to settle down with a lady? But it dawned on Phox that he was probably looking to set up shop here in a different way. Oh, huh. It was a bit of a dumbstruck response, but Phox wasn't really sure how to react. It was true that he'd once left a pack to start his own... something he doubted he would ever do again.

Been a busybody, as usual. Wrangling th— Phox cut himself off, craning his neck around to find Meerkat coming toward them. For a second, Phox worried that something had happened and he was needed back at the Firebirds. But as the seconds ticked by and she appeared relaxed, followed by her question, he gave her a wry smile. Looks like you've already decided that for yourself, you rascal.

Maybe Towhee didn't like Meerkat running off, but Phox had gotten a lot more lax with this year's litter. In a way, he had Fennec to thank for that. Letting her go had been hard, but doable.