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The sound of footsteps alerted Phox to Alyx, and he let his gaze settle on her. She had been avoiding him, he knew, probably embarrassed about what she had said to Niamh and even more embarrassed that she had been put in her place for it. That felt like so long ago, now that they were here at the caldera. Phox knew they needed to make amends one way or another, and considering Alyx's avoidance, he didn't think she was quite mature enough to do it on her own. She would need a push, and he was willing to do that.

Phox picked himself up and headed toward her, cantering until he was within earshot.

Alyx, hey! he said, slowing as he got closer. I know things have been, uh, weird between us, but I want them to be better.

"Back to how they used to be" was never really an option, Phox had come to learn over the years.

Truce? he asked, his tail falling down between his hocks. She was practically an adult now, and it was hard to imagine she had ever been the little girl he'd splashed in the rain or even the one who had proclaimed she wanted to lead her own pack someday. Maybe she could even sit on their next big discussion along with Figment if that was really her goal. Teaching her to lead would be quite a ride, Phox imagined, but if she was really driven, he thought she had the potential.