Sun Mote Copse Sanitized, alone.

Fig's scent threaded through her nose an instant before his head butted against her shoulder. Towhee drew in a deep breath, savoring her son's signature smell, and arched her neck to nibble at his nearest earlobe. She pressed her nose into the velveteen soft fur there, letting it tickle her nostrils pleasantly.

"You're back," she said astutely upon drawing back a moment later, tail switching and brushing against his flank. "How was your visit? Were you able to pass along my message?" the Sovereign queried, eager for the distraction.