Fox's Glade something in the way

*makes this work*

Phox took a day trip away from the camping trip. He wasn't entirely sure how he made such good time. Perhaps he'd simply been in better spirits since hanging out with Meerkat and the kids. It was downright nice to be around family, which is why he couldn't quite say why he wanted to take a trip away from them. So he'd excused himself after leaving Meerkat and left the kids in Towhee and Jack's care. Having three parents always did make things easier.

He was about to turn around and head back when he heard the melodic voice of somebody he did not know. "Very curious," he thought, veering toward the sound. And although the traces were faint, he knew that smell. With his right leg constantly making an effort to account for the loss of the left, he rounded a bend and saw her. A young thing, no doubt.

Oh, sorry, I—he stammered—Sorry.