Hoshor Plains Your future ex-wife

He puffed up his chest a little at her remark of him being a noble. The Redhawk name did have some sway to it in these parts, though Phox felt it was less intimidating now than it had once been. They'd grown peaceful in their later years, and both he and Towhee had chilled out a considerable amount since their youth. Phox felt it was better this way.

The mention of a funeral stung a little, but there was no way Lele could have known about Leona. And Phox wasn't about to bring that up right now. Instead, he set to brainstorming a few moments before a comical lightbulb flicked on in his head. Let me just—he said, his gaze scanning the immediate area before he saw the tool he needed—aha!

He scampered over to a large stick, plucking it from the snow and sending one end of it toward Lele. Gr' o'! he said, hoping she'd be able to understand his impeded speech. If she could grab the other end, he might be able to hoist her up, tug-o-war style!