Sun Mote Copse Try to follow a path to lead me to the light

oof im sorry! that's on me. i'll put one more post in, we can archive as is or someone else could throw in a conclusion of their own?

Be gentle, Weej came the soft but firm tone of her mother; Weejay's ears flopped as she looked from dam to the bundle of babes, her eyes wide and soft. Elwood's inquiry was met with a wag of her little tail -- did she like them? She loved them!

Beaming the way a retriever might beam when presenting his owner with a stick, Weejay sat on her round tushus and stared wide-eyed at the babies; no matter how boring they seemed, or how slow their little movements were, Weejay did not grow tired of them -- and it was not until her mother announced it was time to go that Weejay stopped her intent peering, and reluctantly but obediently turned for home.