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Finley greeted him with a strange string of words that left a puzzled look on his face. Phox had noted the scent, but he hadn't really thought much of it. Thankfully, he was much too young to act on it. (Now that would have been weird.) Elwood arrived shortly after, followed by Lagan, who commented on the way Finley smelled.

Phox looked to Lagan, then Finley, then to Elwood. He was aware that something seemed off, based purely on the tension in the air, but he couldn't discern what it was. Maybe it had something to do with Titmouse being gone. Were they happy that he was gone? Did the weird smell have something to do with it? Fidget, for once in his life, stood still, waiting.