Redsand Canyon Your kisses are poison and all your words are treason

feel free to skip phox if he's dismissed here!

His face dropped when she replied, if only because he had hoped for a more... jovial reunion. Perhaps like the one he'd had with Towhee. Instead, it felt like a whole different ballgame. Phox looked to Germanicus, who provided the answer to Fennec's question.

Fig! You too! Phox said, his face brightening yet again at the sight of one of his children showing up. The Redhawks really were like tribbles. You could never have just one.

He knew better than to ask either of them if they were staying, since he knew the answer was likely not what he wished to hear. And he didn't want to make them say it out loud when it was obvious that they would be going their own way.

Germanicus, these are my son and daughter. He returned his gaze to his children once more. You'll be in good hands. And we can always catch up once I'm finished with work. He had a feeling Germanicus wouldn't enjoy Phox lollygagging with his children all day "catching up" when there were patrols and spars to attend to.