Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

Phox stuck his tongue out at her when she mentioned ugly genitals. He personally didn't think they were that much uglier than, say, a toe. But he did like the phrase well enough to use it. Towhee's extra package had gone either unnoticed or uncared about for their entire lives. It wasn't like it mattered to him one way or another.

Apparently, Towheat had been off boning whomever she could get her paws on. That caused Phox to snort, amused that his sister was out getting plenty of nookie. It wasn't really his style, but Towhee was gonna Towhee. It hadn't seemed to bother Pippin, at least. He did wonder if she would have kids, but he figured with her place in the pack, it wouldn't be a problem. Wraen didn't seem like the puppy-murdering type, but Phox had been surprised before.

He did lift a brow at the "no romance" part, if only because... well, again, it wasn't really his style. Before he could comment on that, she left him with a real cliffhanger. Phox was dreading whatever came next, if only because he felt the mood had shifted to a much more serious one. Serious moods were not usually good moods. -Well?-