Heron Lake Plateau another five more short graybles

He hadn't expected anything from the question, but what she asked took him by surprise, more-so than her spooking of him. It came out of left field; and so did his guilt, because he hadn't thought about Phox in a really long time. It hadn't seemed strange at all that Phox hadn't been there when the Redhawks arrived on the plateau — that, or he had been too distracted to really consider who had been present. It struck him now that he hadn't seen Phox in... a myriad of months.

Screech couldn't stop his brow from furrowing, nor could he prevent himself from feeling a bit worried about the implication that her question brought. Had something happened to their brother? No, he wasn't there. I don't remember the last time I saw him. That begged the question — Why? Did something happen to him? Come to think of it, maybe the reason Screech was so vehemently against seeing Towhee in a position of power was because she was missing half of herself. Phox had always been her best friend, even Screech knew that. It seemed sensible that they would rule together (instead, Towhee had ruled alongside a weird bird, but whatever).