Sun Mote Copse if we bump into each other

if someone else wants in feel free to pretend they were along! Bein vague in case

Kiwi had taken to roaming the Copse, and she was beginning to take an almost territorial liking to it, mainly because it was something she could call hers.  In a collective sense, but... Drageda had always been nomi's.  The plateau was theirs, whoever they was.  Redhawks or Quixote or whoever else.  This was hers and mom's and Sequoia's and it was special because of that.  

Sometimes she took company, and sometimes she didn't, but other times she ran across strangers.  Today seemed to be that third rarer case.  She was snuffling after a snack when she stumbled on Corrine, and her ears flattened as her smaller form puffed up a bit.  Who're you and what are you doing here? She asked, as if she didn't have the right to be here much as anyone else.  To be fair, ambassador training was a little lower in her priorities right now.