Sun Mote Copse Like a phoenix.

Niamh offered a timeline, then tried to insist Towhee take Bronco's den. Towhee just shook her head, smiling as she said, "No, but thank you. I know I didn't exactly plan to use this but I'm comfy here." And, truth be told, the Regent couldn't bring herself to move the child anytime soon. In a few weeks' time, everything would be different. But, for now, staying right here was the plan. There was no reason to force Bronco out of his home.

She knew her friend was exaggerating, though the Regent's eyes widened. "Damn, you'd better eat the whole thing and a few more to boot, then," she quipped. "Actually," she said in the very next breath, "I'm fucking famished. Do you mind splitting it for us?" In preparation to feed herself, she gently mouthed Meerkat, lifting her and resettling her closer to her belly. She could eat too, if she woke from her nap.

Shifting carefully, Towhee's attention returned to Niamh and the rabbit. "Oh, I named her, by the way." A mischievous look flashed across her face, pausing a beat before fibbing, "I've decided to call her Sloth."