Sun Mote Copse It's all so incredibly loud.

Sounds good! Today is Phox's 30 days, so maybe we can have another. ^__^

Phox followed, nodding along to Towhee's reasoning, but it still didn't seem necessary to him. It felt like the Firebirds had been partly Towhee's ever since she'd gotten here. With Wraen leaving, was that much really going to change? He hoped not, if only because the last several months had been so smooth and easy for him. He liked the calmness that had settled here along with his ever-growing family. That did give him one more reason to consider the title of Regent: more say in who could and couldn't have children next year.

He hadn't discussed anything with Niamh yet (much too soon for it), but Phox was already day-dreaming about what next year's litter might be like. Would Niamh want kids again? Their youngest three had been different from Figment and Fennec, but no less enjoyable to have around, and now with Fig and Fenn gone... Phox just wanted his life full of little pitter-pattering feet all the time.