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A few days had come and gone. Phox had hashed things over again and again, trying to decide if he wanted to accept Towhee's offer. It was a grand one, but there were parts of his past that kept bubbling up every time he thought about it. What if things ended up like they had at the grove? He had failed the pack he had fricking created, so what was to say he wouldn't fail this one? Something about it just... didn't feel quite right.

The sky hadn't stopped raining for who-knows-how-long, and that too felt like some kind of ominous sign. For or against accepting the promotion, Phox couldn't know. Part of him knew that he was probably just clinging to some old feelings of unworthiness. Maybe he should just suck it up and help out.

Even when he spotted @Towhee and @Niamh chatting about who-knows-what, he didn't know what his decision would be. -Greetings, over-ladies,- he said, dipping his head only for several drops of water to fall right into his eyes. -About that promotion thing...-