Sun Mote Copse Fairest of the seasons

Niamh's aim was true, and soon enough, the two were both gnawing on it. Phox tugged gently, though even if he did manage to yank it out of her mouth, he'd let her grab on to it right away. Tug was no fun with just one player, even if it was "lazy" tug. Eventually, Phox relented, letting her have the stick in the end, because let's face it: that was a great metaphor for their relationship. Niamh always got what she wanted, and Phox was perfectly content with that arrangement.

He stretched and yawned, flexing his feet as far out in front and behind him as he could. I brought up the caldera to Raven, he said after a second yawn. She seemed to think it was a great idea for us to go back. The more I think about it, the more I agree with her. Phox paused, then added. I think we should roll out sooner rather than later if that's what we're gonna do. I don't want to be out there when the snow starts getting too deep. Already he'd noticed the frost collecting on the grass in the mornings. Towhee would get the news soon enough, but it wasn't like he could call for her, and who knew where she was hanging out right now?