Ocean's Breath Plateau sisterblood

A year felt like the blink of an eye, especially now that Phox was going on his... seventh, was it? Had he really lost track? Sometimes it was easier to count the number of children he had than to try and account for the years themselves. His children had names, but years just were. And then they vanished. Which, honestly, wasn't that different from most of his children.

Phox assumed the two wives Chakliux spoke of were the ones huddled inside his home. All the Redhawk could do to respond was smile wealkly. He, too, had two wives, though both were now buried. The latter had been more difficult to grieve.

He was instructed to eat, and Phox did not hesitate to take his first bite of the gull, ripping a wing from its torso. He nearly choked at the man's comment on Towhee, though. Phox knew quite well that Towhee could make the decision for herself, but somehow he didn't think she'd be all that gung-ho about the arrangement Mr. Harem had over here. Sputtering, Phox managed to swallow his bite.

That she is, he replied, then went back to the bird, finding the situation now quite awkward.