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It was a lot to take in, and Phox let his mind rest on the question, especially given the new information about Kingslend and Primrose. With the way they were talking, he had a sneaking suspicion this had all come about very quickly. If there was one thing Phox had learned in his years here on this earth, it was that rushing things led to heartache. He had rushed into things with Camilla. He had rushed into pulling himself and the kids away from Raven. He had rushed into trying to get over that godforsaken wall that blocked him from Towhee. Each and every time: heartache.

He wasn’t keen on simply running away from their new neighbors, either. If they tucked their tails and ran every time somebody moved in, they’d be running around an awful lot. And what about the Frosthawks, who were so accessible from where they lived now? He was already planning a trip there in the next few days, and he didn’t want to push that back any further.

-I think it’s worth thinking about,- he replied after what must have been a good half minute of a pause. -We should let the Frosthawks know it’s a possibility when we go visit in a few days.- He wanted to keep them in the loop at the very least. -Have any of you been to the caldera lately?- he asked. He had no idea what it was like there now, although he had a feeling he would remember all his old haunts and trails if they did go back.