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Imperator. That sounded rather grandiose to Phox, but maybe he shouldn't be talking. Once upon a time, he had been a Regent. Once upon a time, it had been Phox who got to make the call as to who did and didn't gain entry into a pack he led. But those times were long gone, and he had never really considered himself fit for that kind of job anyway. His job was at home, being a kick-ass dad.

The one and only, he replied when Germanicus greeted him. And you're... Germanicus, right? I've done some thinking, and I'd like to stay with y'all. That is, if you're okay with it. I can pull my own weight when it comes to hunting. And I've had my fair share of battles. Phox's scarred face was a testament to that, although he had to admit he wasn't the warrior that Towhee was. But he could do his best.