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Phox was still processing the news he'd heard when the howl went up, calling for him and Niamh. When he arrived, he found Niamh over their son, Primrose. Quietly, quickly, Phox placed himself at her side, not paying any mind to the other two wolves who lingered nearby. Primrose. Gone. Phox felt anger at himself for not doing more to protect him. Not teaching him enough to survive. Not doing enough, period.

This was not the first close death he had experienced, but that did not make it any easier and he pressed himself into Niamh, knowing that she had always been closer to Primrose than he had. This was, also, the first loss of a child he had experienced, and it was more of a numbing feeling than anything as he looked down at his son.

Reyes, go find Towhee. Tell her what happened. She was as much Primrose's parent as Phox and Niamh were.