Sun Mote Copse of the changes it will confront,

Weejay placed one stone back on the wall. It tumbled down, cutting past her feet. A frown darkened her expression as she readjusted the run-away pebble, placing it firmly this time along with the rubble.

Wraen had a point, but Weejay was raw enough that it felt like a criticism. At first she was ready to fire off a snippy reply, but realized it was simply the uncontrolled edge of her emotions talking. Wraen was perfectly right, and there was no reason to be rude. I liked this place because it's close to our den. Weej said softly, picking up another stone in her jaws and placing it along the wall. Where else could I even build it?