Redhawk Caldera Empire of steel.

Life went on without Alyx, without Quetzal, without Primrose, without Figment. It was hard with so many of his children flying away from the nest, but Phox reminded himself that was the way things were supposed to work. Staying at home forever was never really an option, was it? Sure, he and Towhee had stuck together pretty much their entire lives, but they had also spent nearly a year apart back when they were kids.

He was taking a nap when she stopped by the den, though the smell of her stirred him. Niamh was already out, and he figured it was probably a good idea to catch up, anyway. They hadn't gotten a chance to do that since... well, it had been awhile. Phox slipped out of the den into the chill of the wind.

-Hey, Towhee.-