Sunbeam Lair the wheezing cough of a smoker’s laugh

The night sky was where Phox felt most at ease. Sure, sunshine was nice for warmth and seeing the world, but there was a whole other world hanging above them half of their lives, and many creatures slept right through it, never bothering to look up and really see what was there. Phox, on the other hand, had always been a little bit obsessed with the sparkly dots of light that returned night after night.

In fact, he'd spent a good chunk of his life dreaming up and retelling any stories he could get his grubby paws on. They were always a little bit dramatic, and he never told exactly the same story twice, but they always had the same themes associated with them. A little lesson to be learned by each constellation.

He'd wandered away from Epoch tonight, his three-legged gait pulling him south a ways. He wouldn't go far, of course, since he'd only just reunited with Towhee, but he also didn't want to remain a complete homebody. After his near-death experience, he wanted to live life to the fullest even more now than he had before.

Movement caught his eye, and he saw a skinny little thing pop out from a cavern into the night. Immediately following that, he saw Reyson approach her. If they noticed him, he'd come up and say hello, but for now he hung back, wondering if this was why Meadow and Reyson were having relationship woes. Did Reyson often go seeking out other women?