Sun Mote Copse Sanitized, alone.

Figment seemed perplexed about her phrasing. Towhee huffed a dry laugh. "Yeah, my least favorite sport." She paused to hop over a branch in their path, a piece of debris left over from the floods. Someone should really drag the thing out of the way. "You'll need to figure out how to recruit outsiders. It's great when it's mostly family but there're a few good reasons to find fresh blood every now and again, whether it's to beef up your numbers or, y'know, expand the gene pool..."

They'd reached the rendezvous site and Towhee realized she'd been walking around rather aimlessly. She'd patrolled and hunted, so what should she do now? She wasn't in any hurry to conclude this captivating conversation with her son—especially because it was momentarily keeping her mind off those mysterious morons in Hideaway Strath—but she felt like she should be doing something constructive at the same time. Because leader.

Resting was productive, right? "You asked me what you could do to help this pack," Towhee drawled as she unceremoniously flopped to the grass, hissing a little at the earth's cold touch. "Well, I could really use a pillow right now..."