The Heartwood the wolven storm

Towhee Jr swooped in to steal the show, the little rascal! Phox didn't protest, watching as Meerkat introduced herself—in rather rusty ptero—to her baby sister. He had noted the glance at his empty hip, though Meerkat seemed more placated by the lack of explanation than Figment had been. It was a good thing Towhee had warned her ahead of time, as Phox was really wearing down on explaining (or rather, lack of explaining) the ordeal.

-Go on,- he encouraged the Towhee replica. -Say hello.- Both of the kids had seemed reluctant with strangers, though Meerkat was no stranger to him.