Sun Mote Copse it is wednesday my duuuuuuudes

Can do!

In no time, Quetzal was sound asleep, snoring and wiggling her little toe beans. Phox stopped singing for a moment, but she seemed to rouse, so he went right back to humming his little tune. Crisis averted, at least for now. In a matter of weeks, the pups would be eating meat in place of milk, and Phox would be able to provide for them in that way. Until then, he'd just have to feed them some tunes.