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The kids insisted on rising early, which at least meant they would probably take a long midday nap. It was a cold but sunny morning, so Towhee took them outside and let them play right in the Hobbit Hole's front yard for a bit. While she supervised, she glanced upward and noticed the dogwood's pink blossoms were all but gone, leaving standard green leaves.

Some petals still drifted around the den site, much to the pups' delight. After letting them work out some of their energy, Towhee called them to her and gave them a brief lesson in some basic ptero signs. Their attention spans lasted no more than a few minutes, so she soon shooed them back to playtime and stood. She hoped to find another adult to keep an eye on them while she headed out on patrol.

One presented herself as if on cue. "Morning," Towhee greeted her eldest daughter, nipping fondly at her ear. It was tempting to peace out the instant another responsible adult appeared, though the Sovereign had enough manners to query, "What're you up to?"

Before Fennec could get a word in edgewise, Caracal noticed his older sister and bounded toward them with a cry of, "MEEEEEKAAA!"