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

Clover was granted a moment to breathe once Pox had arrived. Distracted by the yearling, who seemed to have appeared out of thin air, she watched him approach before looking expectantly to Finley as she sought an introduction. "Hey, kid," Clover greeted, much calmer than she had spoken moments prior. Her brother was quick to disregard the conversation and left as quickly as he had arrived. Clover turned to Finely, her expression smug. "You know, this only helps prove my point about brothers," she teased. 

When asked about the permanence of the visit, Clover shrugged. "I mean, my plan was to stay," she replied.