Firefly Glen it gives off the heat of a sunbeam

He was relieved to hear that Fennec hadn't run away, but that she'd gotten lost. Sheer luck had allowed Meerkat to cross her path and guide her back to the Caldera at least, where she would be treated by Eljay, but being told that something had broken in her side her made him feel nauseous. That sounded so wrong- and while he had no doubts that she would be in the best possible place having Eljay to take care of her, he had to wonder if something like that even could be fixed. He thought of her ruined herb den- there would have been no sense for her to come back to the Glen at all, not with her supply being buried. 

There was a distant stare in his eyes as he considered what to do next. He wanted to depart immediately for the Caldera but he knew that she would shrug him off and he would be hurt gain, the way spring warmth loosens icicles from a branch, letting them fall to the ground where they would shatter. He pursed his lips. Even if she didn't want to see him- would she be more annoyed with him for doting on her, or would she resent him for not bothering to check in and see if she was alright? His expression was contemplative, but sombre, and he sighed deeply. He reached out to touch his muzzle to Meerkat's cheek but the movement was deft, and lacking in its usual affection. When he spoke, his voice was dry, vague and distracted. "I'm glad you found her."