Sun Mote Copse sponsored by otters holding hands while they sleep.

Niamh felt incredibly grateful that she wasn't being judged too harshly- if at all- for her poor parenting skills, and the way Bronco defied her commands. She laughed and shook her head at Finley's explanation, and she was right- these were Blackthorns, and that was something she'd have to get used to. She hadn't thought of running the kids until they were too tired to misbehave, though, so her ears perked at that idea. "I'll have to try that- while they're still small enough for me to be able to tire them out," She said. 

She heard a quiet little yawn, and looked down to see her little daughter, sleepy-eyed and sweet, standing beside her, looking up as though to see if she, too, was allowed to come out of the den. She chuckled and nuzzled Nellie's shoulders, planting a kiss on top of her head. "This sweet little gem," Way to not pick favourites, Niamh, "Is Nellie. Go on- this is your Auntie Finley," She said, giving her daughter a gentle nudge so she knew she was encouraged to greet her family.