Sun Mote Copse always.

"Obviously," Fin answered promptly, smiling at her mate and chuckling softly as he gave her that face, "Ain't nobody could help me make babies like you." She gave him that face back, though he was far better at the eyebrow thing than she was. She just sort of flexed her brows at him, but he probably got the point anyway.

"I've actually been wondering--Do you think we're great grandparents yet? Liffey's first litter should be old enough now. Maybe Lagan has kids, and his kids just had kids," she mused aloud, considering for a moment before sighing wisftully, "I miss that kid..." She missed all of her kids who were gone, of course, but Lagan had always been an especially sweet boy. She hoped he'd find himself a nice guy and they'd found themselves a nice baby bucket to borrow.