Sun Mote Copse musical chairs is turning into an adult drinking game.

So his ear had apparently healed. Or so he thought as he squinted as his reflection in a pool near the Copse's Southern border. The coyote had definitely tattered it, but if he wasn't mistaken, it actually looked kinda cool. He hadn't been alive for a full year yet, but he was certainly collecting himself an impressive array of "beauty marks" from his various altercations. He spun around to bring his hip to the forefront in an effort to get a look at where the elk had caught him with its antlers. His fur had grown back thicker than the last time he'd checked. He could barely tell now where he'd gotten hit, which was a bummer. He'd wanted a cool scar.

Sighing, he straightened himself and continued to peer at the tear in his ear. He had that at least. A tiny smile slipped across his lips as he considered what @Fennec would think of it. It took him a minute to remember she was blind and wouldn't be able to see it, at which point he frowned. But then he thought of how she might be able to feel it instead. That thought was exciting. He smiled again, bigger this time.