Sun Mote Copse pitter patter, let’s get at ‘er.

It was her. It was really her! Fin breathed deeply to take in as much of Clover's scent as she could fit within her lungs. The smell of foreign trees and lands clung to her fur, but she was there beneath it--a scent that was uniquely Clover that would never change. She laughed against her daughter's shoulder as she explained of her travels (sort of) and reached to nip her nose lightly with a, "Still full of shit I see," at the no place like home comment.

Her features softened as Clover said her last. "Me too, kid," she answered, feeling tears pricking in her own eyes. She blinked them away with a shake of her head and pressed forward with the conversation. "It's the craziest thing," she began, "I was just telling your little sister about you and Fiadh the other day. My magical motherly wizard-y powers must've come out and I managed to summon you here by talking about you. Tell me, did you walk here or just materialize here on the borders?"