Sun Mote Copse We get wild like a safari.

It was a stunningly beautiful spring day, the sky a pleasant blue and sprinkled with puffy clouds here and there. Sunlight slanted through the copse, a breeze swaying the boughs of trees rife with new buds and leaves. Towhee tilted her snout into the wind playing through her nape, then dropped her attention to the puppy currently scooting energetically around the little patch of grass outside their log.

Soon, she would begin taking Meerkat on short jaunts around their homeland, including a trip to the den Niamh chose for them after she gave birth. In the meantime, the pup seemed happy enough to bumble around the small, grassy clearing, soft little ears flopping as she galloped about on ungainly paws. The sight was so endearing, it made Towhee's chest tighten.

It was only a matter of time before Meerkat crashed into her leg, tumbling to the ground with a cherubic laugh her mother didn't hear. When she righted herself, she looked up at the Regent and made the sign for, -Eat!-