Bramblepoint Soundwaves of shimmering sands

Phox chortled at her question, glad that he had been able to get the joke across well enough for her to play into it. Despite the joke, Phox realized there was a rather dark undertone to it. His brother had attempted to assault Raven at one point, and there was a serious ick factor to that. Needless to say, Titmouse was no longer welcome, and Phox would have a hard time doing anything but attacking him on sight should he ever see Screech again.

Wraen gave her own words of wisdom on the subject, and Phox nodded in agreement. He had once been one of the very ones she spoke of: one that had not remained. Now, it tended to be the other wolves that left him, Wraen, Maia, and Arcturus included. Not that he could fault them for it. They were adults, and they had every right to choose what they thought was best for them.

What about you? Phox asked, You got a special man who has 'rocked your world' as you put it?