Sun Mote Copse who’s afraid of little old me?

The bungalow of aspens wasn’t very from the cottage at all, though it took some time to get there on account of their snail’s pace. Towhee grinned as her granddaughter stopped and started, honestly glad for the leisurely stroll. The ground was cool and soft underfoot, the air bracing. She felt stronger just being out here, moving around a little.

Once they were tucked in the nook, she took a seat. This freed up her forelegs to make signing easier. Just as she was about to say something to Otter both aloud and in Ptero, the little girl plopped down beside what looked like an anthill. She hastily rolled back onto all fours.

She hadn’t heard the shriek, though she nosed over the Bairn before looking at the small mound. Towhee let out a sigh of relief when they weren’t fire ants. Her skin crawled at the thought of something like that biting someone so small. They were painful enough for a full-grown wolf.

-“Look but don’t touch. These ones shouldn’t bite but we don’t want to bother them, do we?”- Towhee said, resuming a seat beside the child, fully expecting her to defy the command.