Broken Antler Fen You float like a feather

Phox opened his mouth to correct Wraen, as Towhee and himself had only fought once, and he'd been more of a teenager at that point, but he figured it wasn't worth the explanation. She had a point, and it didn't matter now anyway. He was a little bit curious about her last comment, and his head tilted to the side, but he didn't attempt to follow up with her on that. Whatever it was, it seemed to bring back less than pleasant memories for her. In fact, it reminded him of his recent conversation with Towhee with how she changed the subject so quickly.

Three things game? Phox asked. He had never heard of such a thing, but he was not all that surprised. Every time he spoke to Wraen, she seemed to have some novel idea about where the conversation would go. Never boring, this one! Not that Phox was complaining. He had rather enjoyed the "title game" where she had thought up titles for him back when they were both part of the Firebirds. That felt like eons ago, back when she was promoting him to Honoree.

Of all the promotions he had gotten, that had always felt like the hardest one to earn. Wraen was a tougher cookie than his sister, at least when it came to his place in the pack.