Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Phox straightened himself up, sticking his tongue out at Niamh briefly before hearing the latest suggestion: change the name to Redhawks. He pondered on that a minute, wondering what sort of impact it might have. It was true that most who lived among them were Redhawks, either by birth, marriage, or adoption, but something about it seemed... well, he wasn't quite sure. A younger Phox would have rushed right into it, but after talking to so many other since he'd been here, one thing niggled at him.

-I love the name as much as both of you, but won't it alienate those who don't share our name?- he asked. -It's no secret that those who come here don't always feel like they're part of the pack because we're already so tight with one another.- Nobody had ever said anything explicitly, and yet Phox could read between the lines.