Sun Mote Copse looks like we just got a little closer.

She grimaced when the ground suddenly gave way underfoot, her left foreleg nearly disappearing into a pool of mud as she tipped forward. "Fucking hell—o!" Towhee shouted when Phox abruptly appeared while she was pulling herself free, complete with a loud squelching sound. It wasn't just her brother though: there were three faces just behind him, all of them very familiar.

"KIDS!" she exclaimed astutely, nearly wrenching her leg now as she slipped past Phox and filthily fumbled first toward Fig, then Fen and finally Penn. She wiggled and waggled like some big, dumb, overgrown puppy, absolutely giddy to see them. She couldn't resist licking and nudging each in turn, then rinsing and repeating, smearing all three with slobber and mud. Good thing the rain would probably wash it right off.