Sun Mote Copse Down the road and on the right-hand side

The kids were encouraged by both parents to come out and meet their aunt, who waited expectantly for them. As per usual, the kids were mostly greyscale in colour- a few markings here and there, with the soft dorsal strips marking she knew to expect, but they definitely differed in personality. The first to emerge did so only when Elwood literally had to peel her from his leg, and continued to stay at a distance, cautious. "S'OK." Niamh said. "I'm a stranger to ya right now. Not supposed to talk to strangers," She said, quoting something that her parents had tried to teach her when she'd been young. She gave the little girl a wink, and then turned her attention as another little Finwood came barrelling out of the den toward her. 

She lowered herself down into a play-bow, ready to absorb the impact from the little fella that was charging toward her- but his attention was grabbed by the pheasant, and he went for that instead. She chuckled. "So what're your names?" She asked the kids, fully expecting their parents to answer for them.