Sun Mote Copse Dark aeon.

Night fell around Towhee as she carried her serendipitous kill back toward the rendezvous site, the rabbit's carcass swinging in her jaws and bumping against her chest with every step. By the time she reached the heart of the territory, it was properly dark. She set the hare down at her feet and squinted through the darkness, though she didn't see any movement. She vaguely recalled Phox mentioning taking Fig stargazing tonight.

Assuming they were off doing that, Towhee chuffed loudly, calling for @Fennec to come share a late supper if she was around and hungry.