Northstar Vale My rusty wings are weak and tired, oh.

-I guess so, yeah,- he affirmed with a shrug. He hadn't been close to any of them, although he did wonder why Reverie—the dancer—had never made good on her plans to come back and visit. Who knew? Why had Maxim gone and never come back? In times like these, Phox wished they had a better way to communicate over long distances.

She offered to be Towma again, and that put a smile on his face. -Haven't had enough of your own, huh?- he teased, swatting a paw at her. He didn't mean it, though. Whatever kids he brought into the world would have Towhee around, whether they liked it or not. That's just the way it had always been, and Phox had no intention of changing that bit of his life up.

Phox watched as the grass fell from her side, then his attention returned to her face as she suggested this place as the rendezvous site. -I think that'd be swell,- he said. Leona was here, at least in spirit, and it was a nice little area for the kids to start growing up.