Sun Mote Copse Just like before

Phox went down with an "oof!" It was a good thing his injuries had healed, or it would have been much more painful. His leg still ached a bit, so he was more protective of that, but otherwise he succumbed to her antics. When she finally let him go (he certainly hadn't been able to defend himself against her in any way, shape, or form), Phox rolled onto his stomach to rest.

He listened as she explained that at least a few of the wolves from the grove had ended up here. And why wouldn't they? The Firebirds had been a sister pack, so it was the most logical place to go next. Phox found himself even more thankful they had that as a fallback.

-I go where you go,- he said, his smile soft. -Except, y'know, when I slip and throw myself off a cliff. I'm still baffled at how you made it over. You know, we were down there screaming at you... not that you could hear it.- Phox gave her a more impish grin. He had no misgivings about what she'd done, not now.

-That reminds me, I picked up a few lasting... changes when I fell. I'm sure you noticed the limp, but I also can't see a goddamn thing out of my left eye. So if I'm giving you a weird look, it's not just because you look weird.- But that would always be part of it.