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Luckily for Meadow, Phox didn't even know who Reyson was, let alone his involvement with the woman who stood in front of him. And maybe, in this case, ignorance really was bliss. Phox found her easy to talk to. Her affinity for healing reminded him of Raven. Some of her coat colors reminded him of Niamh, however twisted her end had been. He reminded himself that she was likely off limits, according to Towhee's answer to his question about single ladies. He planned to look outside the pack for prospects, if he looked at all. The whole dating game sounded exhausting.

Aw, I think you're fine! If anybody's a downer, it's the guy with the missing leg. And Towhee is... a lot more chill than she used to be, believe it or not. She's always been a bit of a pain in my ass, if I'm being honest. But, like, the good kind of pain in the ass—wait, no, that sounds... like... ew. Anyway, we're basically inseparable at this point. Life keeps throwing nonsense at us, and we keep finding each other, so I guess that's nice.

Oh gods, he was rambling.

Sorry, I don't mean to go on. You know Towhee then?