Redhawk Caldera I know you

Only two of Phox's own children bore a true animal name: Fennec and Meerkat. The twins looked much like wolverines, and although he occasionally referred to them as such in his thoughts, he hadn't done so out loud. He and Towhee had, obviously, followed that route, as well as Titmouse and Orca. Most of their older siblings as well. Wildfire was a notable deviation from the norm, but hadn't she had a nickname as well? Phox couldn't recall, and he frowned at that thought. His oldest sister was fading from his memory now that she'd been gone for so long. It really was a shame she hadn't had more time in this place.

Toad explained a bit more about the family traditions, specifically surnames, which only went to the men in the family. That seemed wildly sexist to him, although he didn't say as much. It wasn't his place to go ragging on other folks' traditions, especially when those were the traditions of his ancestors. He was pretty sure Towhee would have had a lot more to say on the subject, given how fiercely she protected the Redhawk name. Heck, there had been a time when he and Towhee had more or less cast aside anybody without that name.

Dang, that's all pretty interesting, he said. Maybe we can organize a little family get-together sometime. I'll bet Niamh would love to meet you, too. And Towhee and all the others.

At least, unlike the children who showed up at the borders, Toad didn't seem to expect a meal out of their little meeting. Maybe a hunt would be good for them, though, or even just a big meal. Phox could probably arrange something in Bramblepoint at some point, since that was the go-to meeting place for the two packs.