Sun Mote Copse always.

He had felt youthful this day — from the spring in his step as he followed Finley’s receding silhouette to the enthusiasm with which they had kerflompled (Hey, we’ve still got it, he had exclaimed afterward). But Elwood’s age had caught up with him in the form of a surprise nap that had knocked him out cold until he felt Fin’s snout pressing at his cheek.

He yawned and stretched, coming to quickly. A glance around reminded him that they were alone; a rare feat these days, despite the fact that their remaining children were officially considered adult members of the pack. There was just always someone else present. Not now, though. He leaned into Fin’s embrace as she requested his attention.

Needy? You? Never, he replied with a laugh as he gave her the wished-for recognition in the form of a series of kisses all over her face.