Hoshor Plains Footprints on Frost

On most occasions, Phox found that Towhee was his buffer. Or, well, not his buffer exactly, but they were always willing to tap out together. He realized he was doing that thing where he was comparing Heph to his sister again, and he mentally chastised himself. Heph was her own person, not somebody to be put next to his sister at every moment. Just as it wouldn't be fair to compare Heph to Camilla or Niamh. They were all entirely different relationships, he reminded himself.

I mean, I am charming, he replied, grinning wide with his teeth. And who wouldn't want to meet the ~amazing three-legged wolf!~ As if he were some kind of rare side-show freak. Which, to be fair, sometimes he felt like. Not in a terrible way, but some of the looks he got were quite unnerving. Luckily for him, Heph had never once made light of his situation. That was only for him to do, he'd decided. Okay, and Towhee, because they had a history of playful insutling banter.