Sun Mote Copse Fire and gold.

Phox bobbed his head up and down as he tended to do when digesting information. When Towhee suggested that he and Niamh should work on Meerkat's volume control, he grinned. -Maybe I'll have a group lesson with all of this year's girls. At least Primrose is soft-spoken and chill.- Phox did wonder how he would turn out as he grew older. A little part of him really didn't want an Eljay-type for a son, but he knew that he'd accommodate whatever the kids threw his way.

Thinking of Eljay made him realize with much horror that he'd never actually managed to pin him down and talk about widower things. Yikes. Realizing that just now made him feel like a real piece of shit. Sure, he had a lot going on in his life, but he hadn't so much as talked to Eljay since... well, it had been a long time. What a shitty packmate he was. -You don't happen to know where Eljay hangs out these days, do you? I told Wraen way back when that I would talk to him about Wildfire's death and try to help him with some coping tactics, but I got so wrapped up in in my own life... I totally dropped the ball.-