Sun Mote Copse that visions are seldom all they seem

She didn't realize finding the kids would be this easy! As a rabbit dashed past, and Q followed, Chanel whipped her head to look to the prey, but her instincts were too slow to set off after it now. All she could do was release an overdramatic scream AAAAAAAAA!!! when Quetzal got DIRT all over her. She looked back to the girl- who was clearly much less bothered by dirt, as she fell into giggles. Even as she brushed off each of her forelegs in turn, the sitter was charmed by the girl's spirit. 

The girl was loud, which Chanel didn't mind, considering she herself was quite the blabbermouth- and she was happy to share, when the child demanded a name, introducing herself as 'Q' in turn. The sitter giggled as  paws found her forelegs, I'm Chanel Vasselli! She cooed, allowing a touch of daddy's accent to enter her voice in their family name, And whose daughter might you be, Q? For there were so many related wolves here- and though she resembled Phox, it was not always easy to tell.