Stone Circle a robin said: the spring will never come,

The responding prod inspired a quiet huff of indignance from the chocolate-furred girl. She turned toward the source and crawled to it this time, flopping herself across Merrit. Keen hadn't actually had a plan in mind, but whatever she might have thought to do was immediately forgotten as a realization struck her; Thing One was very warm.

This was good, very good. At her young age, the girl hadn't yet learned the value many things— but warmth was on that short list. Keen cooed affectionately, shifting and wiggling to get more comfortable; it didn't occur to her that this would be very uncomfortable for her brother. Nor did she realize that she was kicking Arlette in the process, albeit softly (even for a pup).