Sun Mote Copse always.

His response brought a laugh to her lips. When he exposed more of his neck, she reached to get a few more good whiffs in--partly because she loved him and wanted to soak up every inch of him, but mostly because she was trying to tickle his throat with her nose.

"How aptly named you are then! Someone brilliant must've come up with the idea of calling you Twig," she commented as she rested her head on the ground. She paused to frown then before asking, "Is that why I started calling you Twig? Cause you're a Grove?" It had been so long, she found it difficult to remember.