Hoshor Plains you didn't come this far to only come this far.

MY BABY

The plains were a frequent haunt of Phox, who found the bumbling beasts that inhabited the flatlands rather intriguing. They lumbered along, and Phox lumbered after them in his own uneven gait. As of yet, he hadn’t organized a hunt for the creatures, being mostly a hindrance to himself… but he had been studying their movement patterns and behaviors so that he might report the information back to Arsenio and Tamar. He supposed they could figure out who to send out in a hunting party.

When an all-too-familiar voice rang out, Phox thought he might be going as deaf as his beloved sister. It couldn’t be, could it? But of course it could. His tail whipped behind him as he ambled along as quickly as his three legs could carry him toward the sound, spotting the dark figure of his firstborn son long before he breathlessly yelled, FIG!