The Full Moon hangs low in the sky, and Moonsilver445 hums gently as her White Magnolia Flox and Blue Tulip Flox cuddle her under the Mother Tree. She watches as her other floxes play in the surrounding fields and giggles when some of them trip over each other and land in heaps of fur and petals.

The sound of chittering floxes is a constant melody in the background, and the warmness of the night adds a sense of relief.

Her laughter then seems to awaken her Blue Tulip Flox, and it looks up in annoyance. Snorting at the floxes moodiness, Moonsilver445 begins to pet the top of its head as a small apology.

The flox stares at Moonsilver445 with what looks to be mirth for a second, before roughly shaking its head and dislodging her hand. She watches perplexed as her flox then abruptly stands and looks off into the distance with a watchful gaze.

The sharp movement must have awoken her White Magnolia Flox and curiously, it too stands up and looks in the direction the other is. Moonsilver445 takes a moment to realize that the air that had once been full of happy flox chirps and yips had deafened to an eerily quiet, and she eventually caves and looks out into the fields.

Every single flox, both hers and others, stood frozen in their spots while looking towards a specific area along the tree border surrounding the fields.

Following her floxes gaze, Moonsilver445 gasps in astonishment as her eyes land on a lone flox exiting out of the dense forest. The moonlight seems to bathe the flox with a ghostly aura and Moonsilver445 watches enraptured as the flox slowly makes its way toward the fields of waving grass. 

The flox walks with a noticeable gait but otherwise stands tall and proud as it passes the numerous floxes watching it in the fields. What makes things more interesting, is that a few younger floxes begin following it through the grass.

Moonsilver445 then notices that the fields aren’t the floxes main stop, and it looks like their final destination seems to be the Mother Tree, or rather themself.

Quickly standing to their feet to greet the flox, Moonsilver445 waits nervously as the flox finishes its walk to her. The floxes that had been following it slowly disappear from view, and Moonsilver445 watches in amazement as the ghostly veil surrounding the flox immediately disperses.

With the cloaking fog now gone, Moonsilver445 gets a good look at the flox and their eyes widen upon discovery of the flowers decorating its coat.

There’s no way!

The familiarity of the flowers shakes Moonsilver with emotion and she lets out a small whimper when she finally makes eye contact with the flox.

It can’t be!

A small nod from the flox is all it takes for Moonsilver to fall to her knees and hug the creature with happy tears.

Grandpa!

The flox lets out a hearty bark and pushes its face into Moonsilver445’s shoulder as it accepts its warm welcome home. 

Congratulations Moonsilver445, the love you have poured into your floxes and others, was proven commendable by the Flox Gods, and thus, they have taken it upon themselves to reconnect with you with a Flox that embodies your deepest hopes and dreams. Born from them, a wizened Multicolored Pansy Flox has risen from the grave. Please continue to love this flox as it is a special partner that holds a piece of you inside it. (Ink and I thank you for using the custom service and are happy to have helped you create the perfect flox!)