Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Phox's ear twitched as Niamh nibbled at it, and of course he grinned stupidly in response. Wherever life led him, he hoped that he and Niamh would never be split apart. -You didn't know that she could shit rainbows? She's been showing off with that since we were pups!- he joked, winking at Towhee. -And Regent, eh?- Phox bowed dramatically kissing his mate's feet. -In what ways shall I serve my new overlord? Or is it overlady?-

But Towhee was talking next, this time thrusting the title on him as well. Almost immediately, it made him feel queasy. He had been a leader once, and it had ended... poorly, to say the least. He'd lost two children (Fennec and Elfie) and the pack had crumbled mere months after they had moved to the grove. Phox furrowed his brow. He had Niamh, and he had his three (not so) little ones here. Did he really need to lead on top of all that?

-Can I think on it a few days?- he asked, his tone much more serious now as he stood upright to face his sister. -Just don't want to rush into anything, y'know?-