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Phox chuckled when she described only her negative attributes. He wondered what that made him. Well, I’m a cowardly widower who produced a blind pup and was stupid enough to slip and fall and nearly kill myself. He didn’t actually think that Fennec’s blindness was a huge negative, but he did wonder if it would happen again. Was there something about him that had made her blind? The same thing that had made Towhee deaf?

I don’t think it’s futile. You love your kids, I love mine. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Isn’t that as much as we can do? Fennec has made me realize that I can’t fix everything for her, as much as it pains me, but I can be there when she wants a father to talk to. It wasn’t the easiest job in the world, especially when all he wanted to do was make things right for her. Some things just couldn’t be fixed, as annoying as that was. And maybe changing Niamh’s mind wasn’t something that needed to be done, as much as he was trying to do that right now.

I think you could make a good mother again, if you ever wanted to. It wasn’t fair that you had to do it on your own. At least I had Towhee to help me. Sure, the other Firebirds probably helped, but he and Towhee had the advantage of only looking after two kids while at the grove. The Firebirds had quite a few on top of Niamh’s Bronco and Nellie.