Hideaway Strath tap the vein that bleeds

Phox gave Dingo a bit of a dumbfounded "I'm definitely not part of your joke" as the tan wolf hee-hawed behind him. Returning his attention to the stranger, Phox apologized on Dingo's behalf. You'll have to forgive Dingo; his sense of humor is a bit... peculiar. Even more-so than Phox had initially realized. Anyway, onto the topic at hand.

Towhee's doing well. She and I moved here a little while ago, along with my two kids, which she's become a mother to. Phox braced himself for the obvious question about who their biological mother was, but he had learned to answer it well enough. If you'd like, I could go grab her for ya, or I can let her know you stopped by. What's your name?