Sun Mote Copse This mess is a place

Phox could agree on that. He had all the time and space in the world. Well, he did until he didn't. For now, though, he wasn't in a rush to push anything one way or the other. Letting things cool off was more his style than rushing in and confronting, Niamh-style. Phox remained on his side, feeling rather dreary about the prospect, and more than happy to change the subject to something else. Yes, other people's problems were much easier to deal with.

-Pure Satan spawn,- he signed and spoke, -Pretty sure that's the only thing you're capable of producing.- He was going to get a smack for that, and Phox shielded his face with his forelegs momentarily to brace for the impact. He did wonder what sort of wolf Towhee was likely to hook-up with (aside from Pippin), but the thought of it was simultaneously stomach-turning and weirdly pleasant, so he shoved that thought way, way back in his mind.