Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

The Firebirds were as crazy as ever. All of her playmates had grown up and started some drama somewhere in the socially complicated huddle that was their pack, but Nellie herself was pretty new to the stuff. She had promised herself to check in and have a little chat with her mother (and Bronco, if he so desired) every day to reassure her she was sticking around. Of course, that promise was played with willy-nilly and she was sure she had already missed a day. Her coat now reeked of the Copse and the daffy gang that lived there, so she was sure Niamh could track her whenever she wanted and vice versa.

She popped into the conversation accidentally and, in an attempt to establish a name for herself instead of "That missing daughter of Niamh who returned", decided to socialize. She recognized them vaguely as Phox and Towhee, fuck, were they family as well? Their tree was confusing as all heck, which would make dating difficult in the future.

Hey - whatcha'll doing? She greeted with a smile, totally adulting like a pro.