Sun Mote Copse and, as in uffish thought he stood

Fennec was restless and impatient, waiting for Towhee to get back on her feet and to take both of them home.  She'd lurked around where Sugar and Towhee settles, but for some reason, hadn't entered.  There was a weird awkwardness to it, as if she'd done something wrong and shouldn't be there.

She didn't hear Sugar Glider as she paced by, too caught up in her own thoughts to hear the quiet breathing.  Her own steps were quiet out of habit, but some aspects snapped and shifted as she softly stepped upon twigs and rustled leaves.  It was maddeningly quiet even for her, of late, but fortunately tonight she had plenty to keep her mind busy.