Sun Mote Copse Still not butter.

There was always something pleasant in the air when the trio was together. When they were children, it had always been Towhee and Phox. With Niamh in the mix, he couldn't think of anything better. He grinned dumbly at his mate, shifting his attention only when Towhee began to speak. Phox straightened his posture, watching and listening as Towhee explained why she had brought them here. More children, and Phox would always be happy to have more, although he couldn't help but throw out a playful, -Have you gotten permission from your Regents yet?-

On the subject of baby daddies, Phox couldn't actually think of anybody in the pack who wasn't related in some way or another. Except... she would hate the idea, so of course he had to put it out there. -There's always Eljay,- Phox said, his tone as close to sincere as he could manage, fully prepared to get a good smack for that one.

Truth be told, he thought Eljay was an excellent dad, but something told him he wouldn't make a good match for Towhee. He'd get all attached like Arcturus had done, wouldn't he?