Redhawk Caldera To whom it may concern

There she was, saying something cute at him while her nose twitched. Phox smiled at her, brushing himself up against her warm coat and feeling the warmth of her. They were chatting, laughing about something or another, when it happened. She pulled him close and whispered something unintelligible his ear, but the meaning was clear. Phox pulled back for a moment, and then came the oh-so-familiar pleasant feelings. The frisky playtime, running through the forest, taking turns trying to catch one another.

These things, he knew, led to the thing.

...

And that was about the time Phox woke up, nestled in close to Niamh, and realized who he had been dreaming about. It had not been Niamh in his dream, but Dhalia, and the thought twisted his stomach. He loved Niamh with all his heart and soul, didn't he?

Phox felt disgusted with himself, stupid for even thinking such a thing, let alone dreaming it while he was bedded down with the mother of his children. He had worked so hard to keep his relationship with Niamh sacred and secure, and this stupid, laughable crush felt like it was crippling him from the inside out.

But what was he to do about it? He could barely control his thoughts, let alone his dreams. He couldn't tell Niamh about it, that was for sure. Telling Towhee, well... he wasn't sure she'd understand. She'd never really had crushes, had she.

So instead, Phox buried his nose into Niamh's fur and willed himself back into a fitful sleep.