Heron Lake Plateau he's chatting with my rare coin guy.

Towhee stirred awake, raising her head with a yawn and blinking blearily around the den. She located Fen (asleep by her hind foot) and Fig, who was posed near the door. Totally unaware that he'd been trying to get her attention for a while now, the Beta hoisted herself onto all fours and stepped right over him, saying, "C'mon, squirt, let's blow this Popsicle stand," as she went.

It was a clear, sunny day. Towhee stretched, then walked a short distance away to relieve herself. As she was busy watering the grass, she kept her attention focused on the den's mouth, keen to keep her eye on her nephew—no, her son. Because somewhere along the line, that's what he and his sister had become: not her niece and nephew, not even her godchildren, just straight-up her kids (along with @Phox, of course!!!).