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-makes shit up- Let me know if any of this should change :o

Toad's intensity didn't fade even as Phox freely directed her back to what he wanted to know. She was pleased that he was curious about his roots. Obviously, roots were incredibly important to Toad and she would readily talk about it all day long. She thought of her birth pack, knowing that it was likely Fox had a similar childhood before dispersing out into the world.

It's a quaint place — pretty much entirely family and extended family, since your grandmother had so many children. She started, sitting down, tail gently resting around her. I was litter number five, and Fox was number three. She left home before I was born. Your grandmother, she loved all of her children; she wanted to see them succeed. I'm sure you understand, she explained, knowing that this was a very natural feeling to have toward your children. Toad often felt it on behalf of others, for though she had no children of her own, she wanted others to do well.

Your grandmother used to tell us stories when we were kids. She and I were really close, we were almost like sisters for a while. And she would have loved to have met you, Toad followed. Of both her mother and Fox, she held very rosy images. Even though she had seen her mother through dark times and knew that she was imperfect, she gladly painted a pristine picture for her successful grandson.