Moonspear Langsamt slepp anden fri, i vinden rida.

He left the kids for a bit—only to go grab a drink—and instead found Towhee, swiftly joined by another male he did not know with strange marks on his shoulder and face. It looked garish, Phox thought, though he didn't reveal his inward feelings on the matter. Moonspear was a strange place, and he was here for his family. No need to ruffle feathers. Not only that, but the guy reeked of the leader lady, and Phox didn't want to go ruffling those feathers either.

Howdy, he greeted in his casual manner, I'm Phox, the fun uncle. You two know each other already? he asked.