The siren's song of her scent made it so hard when her tail was wagging mile-a-minute and he was there, dumbstruck, bump on a log caught. Fox couldn't help but chase the warmth from her brief touch, immediately closing the gap again between them to press his skull to her own, forehead to forehead. It was vastly more intimate and he corrected himself, standing again to behold her as she was. He couldn't wipe the stupid grin off his face and though he felt so much guilt for missing so much it felt like they'd slipped right back into their same old song and dance. Fox was relieved by that fact, because as much as he'd struggled with losing his family it had been easier because of the family he'd made in Avon. Both can be true, He quipped playfully, corner of his maw tipped up in a grin. Mrs. Fae-ble, you haven't had to do it for long after all. His brows arched rapidly when she mentioned a brother being returned to him. Some stroke of luck had given her one of the things she had sorely needed, and maybe it meant that at some point he would see his own siblings or mothers again.

Fox drew in a heavy breath at the thought, and once again came that itch. Archon was being a fool if he'd allowed Fable out on the borders alone! But then - he'd called hadn't he? Maybe it had been enough to make the need to find him stronger than her need to keep safe. What kind of person was he to risk her - but then he had to settle himself again. His front paws tapped a couple nervous beats before he wiggled his nose as if it might shake her out of it. No - he hadn't known the state she was in, he'd had no way of knowing anything that she'd endured while he had been away. It might not have been by choice but he still felt a iron-hot spike of guilt over the matter. But her delicate skull tipped to invite him, and at the least he'd walk her home before he went to gather Bee and River again. I was worried something might have changed, He admitted quietly, as he took those first almost shaken steps back into the territory that he'd helped to cultivate. He had walked these borders endlessly, made trips to and from bringing sometimes kills and sometimes fallen doves, but they had been his and he had been theirs. He still was.

Somehow it just feels like slipping into a warm den again. He said - but his tone was hushed and he spared a glance at Fable as he brushed his shoulder against her own. It was....it wasn't bad traveling, and if I'd planned it I might have had more fun. But I just felt so lost again, and all I could think of was losing my parents and siblings and then to lose you too? It wasn't fair. He realized a second later that it sounded wrong the way he'd said it, and stammered as he added clumsily All of Avon has become my second family, it would be too cruel to be torn away again. Inside he bit his own tail, as if somehow to punish him for the foolish way he had with words. At one point in his younger days he'd thought himself a man with quite the verbal prowess. Turns out he was no match for the cloud of pheromones he was currently basking in.

He swallowed the drool he felt collecting in his mouth, tongue somehow still feeling tacky - bizarre behavior, Foxglove was chastising himself again mentally.