Redhawk Caldera Take me to the good times

He grinned when Towhee mentioned his memory, and he squinted at her, wondering if she had actually forgotten or just didn't want to be reminded of it. In any case, she was quick to change the subject, deciding now was a great time for a hunt, rather than talking about bygones.

As for him, he was a little hurt that Towhee hadn't asked at all about next year's kids. He chalked it up to her being excited about her own prospects, and Phox reminded himself that having kids was still quite the novel thing for her.

But hunting? He honestly couldn't remember a time they had ever been hunting together. Maybe that was more of his memory loss showing. Was Towhee even a decent hunter? Surely she had been when X was around, but Phox relied so heavily on his hearing for hunting, he wasn't sure how she did it. But alas, he knew bringing any of that up would get him a swift kick in the balls.

-Sure, whatcha thinkin?- he asked, shaking his coat free of some stray leaves that had collected there.

There were plenty of options here on the caldera, but he imagined Towhee had something on the brain or she wouldn't have asked.