Redhawk Caldera It's not just where you make your bed

Towhee departed rather suddenly, and Phox felt that it was his fault for not doing something. But what could he have done? He could not read minds, and he certainly could not make anybody apologize to anybody else. Towhee mentioned Alyx, but since Fennec hadn't mentioned anything horrible, and considering all the mayhem that was currently going on, Phox had figured she'd simply decided to lay her roots elsewhere. She may not have said as much when she left, but Phox had always assumed as much.

-Everybody has an option, Fennec,- he replied. And it made most sense to trust Niamh. At least... it had at the time. He had known her for years, and Reyes was still a relatively new face around the caldera. Just because he and Towhee were... involved? Was that even the right word anymore? It hurt Phox's brain to think about it too much.

Fennec departed as well, and Ruenna shortly after, leaving Phox feeling even more alone than before. He wouldn't admit to wanting pity, but he did feel pretty fucking awful right now. He blinked, took a breath, and headed to the outskirts of the territory to call for Niamh, hoping she might still be nearby. If she didn't come back soon, he would go out looking for her.