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Fig couldn’t help the frown that deepened across his face as Phox went on to explain what couples were. He wasn’t angry or offended by it, but he did have to wonder why on earth his father thought he didn’t understand what a mated pair was. He may not fully comprehend the whole mating part yet, but it appeared clear to him that for every Rannoch, there was a Liffey and for every Quixote, there was a Raven. Just like for every Phox, there was a Towhee. Only, there was a difference there, which he understood perfectly well because he had a Fennec.

He glanced at her, wondering what she thought of this odd little speech. For his own part, he simply didn’t get it. ”Okay...” he said slowly as he tried to lighten his expression to let Phox know he wasn’t unhappy. If his dad wanted to go find a Liffey, then why was that a big deal? Liffey was super nice.