Sun Mote Copse “A hug is always the right size.” —Winnie the Pooh

Once he felt cooled down, albeit heavy with water, he too moved to the embankment, and was considerate enough to stroll a few paces away from his little sister before he shook the majority of the loose water from his pelt. Always one to share body warmth, he flopped down on the ground next to her so that they could dry side-by-side in the sun like a pair of beach bums. He set his chin on his paws and huffed a content sigh, and was about to close his eyes for a cat-nap when Meerkat suddenly brought up a name that made him stiffen slightly. 

He lifted his head, and the first thing that hit him was a pang of regret. He was still sore that Fennec had chosen to run off with Penn rather than stay with him and their young siblings, but he was also surprised...He hadn't given Fennec too much thought recently, and that made him feel a bit ashamed. How was it that he'd been so upset over her choice, only to move on and continue living life as though she'd never even been there? Perhaps it was because when he focused on something, he really, really focused in on it- and right now, his youngest siblings were his entire world. 

"Of course I remember Fennec," He said softly, and began to groom his little sister's shoulder, helping it dry faster by licking away some of the water that was embedded in her pelt. She asked to hear more about her bigger sister, and he hesitated for a moment, because his gut reaction was simply to point out that she was fun but she had horrible taste in men. "Fennec's...She's a lot of fun. She kind of has the same sort of...Dry sense of humour. She's a lot like your Mom, actually," He said. The more he thought of it, the more he realized how independent "She's bold, and she's brave, always speaks her mind," He said, trailing off a bit. "And sometimes that hurts feelings...But she's a good wolf. Adventurous." He said, albeit a bit sadly.