Golden Glade savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park

The heaviness he felt in his heart and on his shoulders didn’t stray to weight the air around them. Steeling himself, there was a light wave of his golden tail, his attempt at masking the pain of hearing his kid calling another ‘dad’—a punch to the gut. Thanks for that, Towhee. Boy, had he completely read her wrong.

And that, Pippin, is why you need to be more careful with who you dick around with, he internally scolded. Lesson learned.

The ptero from the girl was another sign of her upbringing—and he found himself casting her a wry smile. “Kinda like a lake,” he offered, not quite sure how to explain it to Meerkat. “This one’s pretty cool. You guys should check it out.” Because the girl wanted her dad to explore with her. Not her ‘father.’

An ear swiveled to Phox’s offer, a small smile just gracing the corner of his lips. At least he had a few friends left. “Yeah, I will. How's Wraen and everyone?”