Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

His voice lowered again, a hint of a growl at the back of his throat. -You know why I couldn't say I was leaving,- he reminded her. He'd had a head injury. There wasn't anything he could do or change about that. She stormed off then, but Phox wasn't about to let her leave in a huff, even if they were still angry. Gently, he moved Meerkat over to Towhee, then chased after Fennec, blocking her path.

Listen, I want you to go out and tackle the world on your own. I know you need it, I'm just upset that you decided this so suddenly and with no input from me or your mother. The last part was inferred, from what he could put together based on Towhee's reaction. I've spent so much time trying to make sure you're prepared to be on your own, and I'm sure you'll do fine, but can you see this from my perspective even just a little? Phox asked. It was the "how" of the thing, not the "what." I could have helped you better prepare. You could have... I don't know, Fennec.