Although he understood loosely that things were not the same in Avon, Fox hadn't pressed Fable for any sort of details. It felt so wrong to try and press her for petty gossip when what she needed was to be able to sort her own thoughts out in peace. With the way that the young pups were all under her watchful gaze, Fox felt fairly certain that that Fable hadn't had much time for thinking. It seemed that as Fox had noticed the way that Tiberii had joined Shiloh in minding after the girls, maybe Fable was having similar thoughts of her own.

Fox didn't have much knowledge of Shiloh past joking to him that they had remarkably similar tastes in outfits, given how close their colors were in places. He seemed fine, and he assumed given what he knew of Fable that Shiloh had just a good a heart. It was also interesting hearing his accent, which was really her accent, in someone else. I can understand that. I've got four siblings, and I'd want that for any of them. Even if it'd be odd to think of them with anyone. Sure, it would be ideal that Sage found someone with as wide a range of interests as she did. Or if Altissima found someone who could melt her icy facade. Any of them being old enough for such a union would have been bizarre to think of, but he had been away from home for so long now.

There was something to the scent that seemed to make it easy to let go of all the losses he'd felt in his life. To let his mothers go, to let his siblings drift, to make those hurts temporarily so much softer. Maybe it was because there was something about that sweet, soft scent that reminded him of the pile they would sleep in in his youth. It was almost like all of their scents combined behind a scent of sweet honeysuckle and ivy vines, one that smelled so much like home. Fox was relieved that Fable wanted to go investigate - he wouldn't have left her after promising Shiloh he'd keep an eye on her, but he would have explored on his own later if she hadn't wanted to go see.

Immediately he followed her lead, longer legs quickly propelling him until they were shoulder to shoulder, and he matched her stride better. It's so...so familiar. He said, trying to place the best way he could describe it.