Jade Fern Grove there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun

Maybe @Scimitar? :) Or babies?

Bazi was not a fan of Jade Fern Grove, but like an economically maimed worker bee in a dead-end job, she did nothing to change her situation. A days' rest became three, and soon, she started to think of herself as Queen of the Grove.

The trees here were tall and reedy compared to the Northwood, sheltering a plush carpet woodland flora with their fragile canopies of brilliant green. Light and rain reached the ground here, and Bazi could see the sky through the leaves. In the winter, it would look dead and grey.

The Alpha female followed a trail through the woods, pausing to sniff at faint remnants of visitors. Here and there were stronger scents, and she would squat over those spots and pee. If they were going to live here, the place had to stop smelling like a big city underpass.

Bazi finished, shook, and scratched a bit of earth into the puddle of hot pee. She only walked a further ten meters before a nose-full of a very particular scent snapped the serenity of her stroll. Wild-eyed and on high alert, she howled a summons for @Scimitar.