Sun Mote Copse don't act like you're not impressed

She felt a little stronger every day. Towhee was up to three patrols, although she kept the midday one pretty short. She knew she could resume traveling in another few weeks, though she wondered if she might just summer in the copse instead. Hopefully it would go better than her attempt to winter in Moontide, though only time would tell.

A rain shower forced her to cut her circuit even shorter than usual. She didn’t ordinarily mind it that much, though Towhee wasn’t taking any chances with her health. She almost went to Meerkat’s Bourie but decided she would rather have company, so she loped to The Taigh instead. There, she found the bairns by themselves, which was not unusual at this point.

She dried off as quickly as possible, then told Otter and Skipjack a story about Redhawk Caldera. Either it was very boring or the rainfall made them sleepy, because they both conked out within five minutes. Towhee affectionately rolled her eyes, pondering the merit of napping alongside them. But she wasn’t very tired.

Instead, she began rifling through some stockpiles at the far back wall of the cottage. Towhee didn’t realize another wolf had walked inside until the wet air blustered the odors of dead mice and wet dog her way. She turned her head, then the rest of her body.

Ray, hey. I was literally just rummaging for a snack, she quipped, eyeballing the rodents swinging from his mouth. You snooze, you lose, Towhee added in the dozing puppies’ direction.