Sun Mote Copse Autumn Days

"Rasalas," she repeated. If he were older, she might've asked him how he was settling in and, more importantly, whether he was making himself useful. But he was still fairly young, so instead she inquired, -"What're you guys up to?"- even as she flopped down nearby, positioning herself so that she could see both pups with a simple sideways sweep of her snout.

The grass was wet but, fortunately, the rain seemed to have cleared for the moment. The sun even began to peek out from the cloud cover, giving Towhee hope that it would lend some warmth to the air's chill. She heaved an inward sigh of relief, glad for the mild turn in the weather. She really couldn't stomach any more rain.