Sun Mote Copse Still not butter.

Now that the weather was starting to cool off considerably, Phox too had been thinking about the coming year, the coming spring, and next year's batch of kids. He hadn't asked Towhee whether or not she would try for kids again. Maybe she would be happy to just have her one Meer-acle. Phox did not know, but he knew that he wanted more children. He knew that Niamh was amenable to the idea, especially based on what they'd talked about in the past. Had she said she wanted all boys or all girls? He couldn't recall, but he also knew they didn't really get a say in how that turned out.

When Towhee called, he had been thinking about children. Or rather, one child in particular: Alyx. He wondered if she would come to her senses a bit now that they'd managed to quash the idea of her going to Rusalka. He also wanted to know what her real motivation was. If it was friends, he knew she could find that in Moonspear or Firefly Glen. If she wanted to avoid family, now that Meerkat and Bronco were in the glen, she could go to Moonspear. He wondered if that was what Towhee had called them here for, but he didn't ask when he arrived, opting instead for a friendly wag of his tail before he plopped down beside his sister.