Sun Mote Copse Maybe we can make a deal, maybe together we can get somewhere

Phox kept his eyes locked on the three little pups—his three little pups—as Niamh spoke. His gaze drifted to the boy when she spoke of him, then the two little girls who he realized had his (and Figment's) pattern, though with a slightly more bronze—or maybe gold—dusting. They could have been the ugliest things on Earth, and Phox would have thought nothing of it. They weren't, of course. Each and every one of the three was exactly wonderful.

He heard as Bronco sent out the call, and Phox listened as others started to gather and chatter amongst themselves (namely Figment and Bronco). Towhee was the next to arrive, and Phox could hear the pitter-patter of Meerkat's feet as well. Her voice came next, and Phox's ears perked forward. For the first time since he'd come in, he took his eyes of the three kids and looked toward the den's mouth.

She probably couldn't see him from where he was, but Phox had an idea on how he could talk to her from here. @Figment, tell Towhee everybody's doing well. Niamh's tired, and there are three! One boy, two girls.