Northstar Vale I can shoot a shotgun, I can catch a fish

Phox felt like tragedy came in waves. For months, life would be peaceful, and then one thing after another would run him ragged. He was usually pretty good about staying optimistic and upbeat, but even he had a breaking point. He wasn’t there yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time if things didn’t start to turn around just a little bit.

Fennec’s call was a welcome one, and he abandoned whatever he was doing to answer the call, step-step-hopping his way to her. Fennec! It’s me, he greeted, knowing is awkward gait was likely to throw her off. He was surprised by how his heart swelled at the sight of her. Perhaps he never should have left Mereo. But no, he had needed to be here for Towhee, and he no longer had worth as a soldier.

He moved in slower now, greeting her with a gentle touch to her shoulder with an outstretched neck.