Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Those four words went a long way to soothe the anxious ache already building in her chest. Ignoring Meerkat now rolling around in the grass beside her, the Regent opened her mouth to say something else when she saw Fen throw her head back and howl. She blinked, wondering if she'd called for Phox, Fig or perhaps both.

She really hadn't seen this coming and it was all happening so fast, it was giving Towhee a little bit of whiplash. She moved toward the yearling, telegraphing her intent by pushing her nose against the girl's muzzle before moving in closer. It wasn't quite a hug, though she pressed her chest close to Fennec, then pivoted, throwing a casual elbow toward her pale ribs before taking a seat beside her.

"I'd be lying if I said this doesn't—" Towhee stopped, trying to come up with the right word. "Concern" and "worry" didn't feel right in her mouth. They were patronizing and oversimplified. "I'll miss you." That was too basic too. She suddenly wished Fennec could see her face, read the breadth and depth of her emotions in her eyes. "And I'll worry about you," she added, unable to come up with a better term for it, "'cause I'm your mom and that's my job. And because you decided to go with Penn, of all people..."

Meerkat bounded up to the two of them then and Towhee widened her eyes at the silly cherub. -"Hey you,"- she said, reaching to tousle the furs on top of the child's head, -"I'm talking to your sister. Go on."- She flapped her swarthy paw at the pup, who giggled and nipped at it before zooming away even as Towhee added, -"Fuck off,"- with all the affection in the world.