The Heartwood Light a blunt, grab my gun, slide these old boots on alone.

Phox found himself much more comfortable back on the mainland. He had followed Towhee, deciding it would be best to stick with her for at least a little while. There was no need for them to be apart, after all. He had gotten more adept at traveling on three legs, and he found that he was keeping up better than he had expected.

He'd parted only when a particularly interesting scent caught his attention, breaking off from Towhee to investigate what it might be. In the end, it had only been an opossum looking for trouble, not carrion as he had hoped. And it certainly didn't want anything to do with him, so Phox had left it be, retracing his steps and eventually picking up his sister's trail. That led him back to her, and he arrived just in time to spot somebody approaching Towhee. It wasn't anybody he recognized, though he knew his sister had plenty of friends in this world. Phox didn't catch the initial exchange, but he approached with a friendly gaze, a wave of his tail, and a questioning look to both parties.