I could tell you a story

Daily routine. It was something he was trying to get back to. However he had two little handfuls now and he was reminded of the days Viper and her brother had first left the den. Copper and Alex were not much different in ways of children. Fenix had found himself loving adjusting to being a father, like it was exactly what he needed. His fur was slowly growing back. Evident by when Copper would make less snide comments about their father’s appearance while he recovered from his recent mental breakdown. Which in turn had resulted in these two. Copper had run off that afternoon. Leaving Fenix with his daughter as he scowered the banks for herbs.

"Do you have any interests Alexa? Perhaps herbs, fishing, or fighting?" he admitted getting to know them was the most important thing. Copper was hot headed, mean mouthed, but Fenix hoped with time they would both see kindness was the better route. How could he blame them, now knowing who Ruby had been, a serial kidnapper. It left a bad taste in his mouth, but he couldn’t say he regretted sleeping with her now. He loved his son and daughter.