Blackfeather Woods the winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

Phillip had taken the day off from any activity he probably should’ve been doing, instead using the time for birdwatching. That probably wasn’t the right word for it. It implies he quietly gazed at a distance. There were times where he’d interfere with there activities, trying lure them down with twigs or leaves or whatever he thought may interest them. Nothing worked. By the time the day was coming to a close he’d given up, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try again tomorrow.

With a sigh, Phillip made his way back to the den where he’d hope to find his lover. They crossed paths before he could reach it though, which was a pleasant surprise. He smiled warmly when he approached him, but it fell as soon as Zephyr asked his question.

He was perplexed at first. What did he mean by different? The answer came quickly. N-no! It’s got nothing to do with that—or you— it’s just- His throat went dry for a moment, causing a pause, -it’s hard to talk about.

But this wasn’t about Phillip. The question was so out of the blue, he can’t help but feel something else was bothering his partner. Why do you ask? Are you alright?