Redsand Canyon 'Fore you get too close

gettin' wild and writing this in-browser. [scream emoji]

Phox was, as usual, near the sparring ring. His body had changed over the past few months. Muscle lay where it hadn't before, and he was warmer than he remembered being this time a year. Sure, he had always kept active, but this was the first time he had actively trained for something. There was an added bulk that had never been there before. And truth be told: he liked it. It was nice to feel strong, muscled, and ready to take on whoever showed up that day. He didn't always win, but he always put in his best effort.

When Fennec strolled up, Phox stepped away from the ring, greeting her with a woof and a wag of his tail (not that she could see it).

Everything good? he asked. He knew—classic dad style—that it hadn't been, but it wasn't like he was going to just lead with anything else.