Sun Mote Copse and the mome raths outgrabe

Due the lack of anything other viable option, Dorminos had decided to use up his afternoon harvesting herbs. This had lasted for a little over half of the morning, at which point he took a detour and decided that he might find more enjoyment in scouting out his new territory. Along the way, he spotted the attractive flower patch and strolled over for a stronger whiff. This was also around the same time that he heard the undeniably adorable exclamation of yet another tiny Firebird (a Firechick?). 

There must have been something about the genes floating around between his packmates; every baby that he’d seen thus far had done nothing less than impress him. Intrigued, Dorminos sneaked quietly around to where the little one stood, about dusted with fresh soil. What is it? he asked with an affirming grin, wondering if she would be as friendly as the last.