Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

Birds were chirping loudly this morning, not that Towhee knew it. She didn't notice much, these past few days, aside from the pup cradled in her legs. She had been contemplating relocating her somewhere less central, especially during the height of her possessiveness following the surprise delivery, but the Regent decided she would stay put. The log served her well as a den, even though only the two of them fit inside. And she was slowly feeling readier to share the pup—Suricate, she'd decided to call her, her little Meerkat—with the rest of the pack.

Oh, she wasn't ready to leave her side yet, other than to take a quick bathroom break, or even leave her with one of her most trusted loved ones while Towhee went to stretch her legs. She barely let herself sleep. That would come in time, she assumed pragmatically. For now, she indulged herself by never taking her eyes off the child, even now dipping her nose down to ruffle the soft furs on Meerkat's forehead and breathe in her baby scent. But her orange gaze did flicker outside momentarily, somewhat hoping they would get some visitors today.