Northstar Vale find your feet

can probably wrap here!

Phox managed to get himself onto all four three feet after a moment, continuing toward the meadow. Of course I can! I didn't lose my dick. He cackled at her mention of last week, which would give him a decent timeline to expect the next batch of niblings. Was two months ever enough time? Probably not. It always felt like the longest and shortest length.

The meadow, blanketed in thick layer of snow, was peaceful and calm. He could see why Towhee had decided to stay here after her injury rather than return to Mereo. There was no garish red, and it felt a little more homey.

-Always,- he said, beginning to dig a little pocket out of the snow so that he might take a good, long nap there. And, of course, he'd pause all that if his nibilngs or Maxim came wandering by to say hello.