Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Meerkat clung to his leg, and Phox allowed her to do so. As angry as he was, he wasn't the type to get physically violent, and he didn't worry about her. She was young, much younger than Fennec who was being way more annoying at this point.

-Fenton Redhawk, you're smarter than this. It is a big deal,- he said, correcting her. -Can you imagine if I decided to leave today and didn't consult you at all before telling you? I know you can, because last time, it wasn't my choice. And I seem to recall that you were angry with me.- He couldn't believe she was trying to play it off like it wasn't a big deal. It felt like a stab in the back for all the freedoms he had worked so hard to give her. "Give 'em an inch, they'll take a mile." That phrase was hitting way too close to home.

Figment wasn't going to take this well, either. Phox was certain of that. Phox took a deep breath, shaking his head. -I know I won't change your mind, but I hope you realize the hurt you're leaving behind by doing this to me... to us. You won't even get to watch your baby brother and sisters grow up.- He had thought having her around for that would be magical, but... well, she'd gone and ruined any hope of that.