Sun Mote Copse and the irish guy wins the joke.

Liffey looked around at the woods as Eljay answered her question, noting that he appeared to be correct about his opinion of the area. She gave an approving nod, holding back the urge to start peppering him with questions about the place. The motes floating about reminded her of stars, which appealed to her a great deal. But the trees blocked the view of the actual stars, so she knew that this would likely never be the place for her. She had the Hollow and the Falls.

"Yeah! I have four - three girls and a boy, Breccan," Liffey answered, smiling proudly, "They're about six months old now. And actually, I just had my season so I think Rannoch and I might now be expecting another batch in a couple of months." She grinned excitedly. Though she'd been horrified about going into heat while visiting Elwood and Finley, she somehow didn't mind talking about it with Eljay. It was like talking about your period with your gynecologist - it's just supposed to happen, so it felt perfectly comfortable. Maybe it was because of Eljay's profession as a midwife, but probably more than anything, it was just because it was Eljay.