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Phox cocked his head at the mention of poetry. He certainly didn't know any, nor had he ever tried to make up his own. The Redhawk would definitely have to have a think about it, though. Perhaps he could find a way to impress her with some words. That was going to be a whole lot easier than his usual show of hunting and guarding. He was pretty sure those days were behind him.

Ah, yeah. She's all creamy tan with some darker markings here and there. Meerkat seemed to be on the in with the leader here, which was good for him, of course. He wondered if Ukulele was on good terms with the leader, too. He couldn't imagine anybody outright disliking her.

I hadn't actually planned that far ahead, he said with a dopey grin. Maybe we could take a walk and see where the mountain got banged up? I hear it's a pretty gnarly sight.