Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

When Fennec suddenly fled, Towhee made an abortive move to run after her. But Phox beat her to the punch and she was left standing over a drowsy baby who she refused to leave all alone here. The Regent frowned, her heart feeling torn, though she knew those two needed a chance to clear the air. She just hoped she could catch up with the yearling before she really took off into the wilds, for one last hug, at least.

Sighing, Towhee dropped down beside the softly snoring Meerkat. "Welcome home," she mumbled quietly, eyes still fixed on the spot where her brother and older daughter had disappeared out of both eyesight and earshot (not that such a thing existed for her). She sighed again as she slithered her forelegs around the pup and let her chin drop to rest gently on her softly rising and falling flank.