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Jokes aside, they needed to talk about the state of the union. And it wasn't just superficial chatter about changing the name or refreshing the ranks. No, they needed to discuss the fact that the copse was slowly sinking underwater. Towhee had gone back to check today and the river was still rising. It wasn't moving fast—the waterline had moved only a few feet overnight—but Towhee wanted a consult. She wasn't entirely sure what they could and should do, though it was certainly something the leadership should discuss, in case they needed to make some hasty decisions for the safety of the pack.

Speaking of which, Phox appeared from the rainfall, joining the huddle underneath a randomly chosen elm. Towhee shot him a quick smile, which didn't reach her eyes. They'd only just reunited with their older children the day before and she sorely wished they could just sit and chat about that. But it was all business today as she looked at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence. Whatever he decided, she wanted him to be part of this conversation.