He had offered to take a walk with Fable, promising to keep her from falling into the fighting rings, and they'd left the girls with Shiloh and Tiberii. It gave Fable some space to think and clear her head for a bit, without leaving her utterly alone with the weight of her thoughts, either. Foxglove couldn't quite put himself in the same position - he'd never been a father. He'd never been a husband either. The choices that she'd had to make were heavy, and Fox couldn't help but question everything that had come to pass in the time that he'd been separated from the group.

How had Avon fallen into the pit it was in now?

For a moment, he wasn't focused on much - not other than trying to navigate around the clusters of wolves he didn't know. So those two - are they a thing? Fox asked curiously, realizing he hadn't actually asked what the connection was between Shiloh and Tiberii. Fox wouldn't even pretend he didn't like to get in on juicy gossip. It was a much safer topic he felt than whatever the state of Avon was. Fox's nose twitched, some captivating scent filling his lungs. He breathed in deep, taking another greedy breath. Out here, further from Northfall's borders, there was the sweetest aroma. He tried to figure out where it was coming from when he noticed the brilliantly thriving trees. Have you ever seen anything like this? Fox asked, looking at Fable for a moment. Let's check it out! He wanted to explore - it was almost as if he couldn't help himself.