Sun Mote Copse sea of trees

He turned and capered over to her. Meerkat stood still, eyes merry and tail raised, twitching to and fro. She braced as if preparing to bound away, her forepaws thumping the ground. But instead of making Njord chase her, she surged forward, one foreleg slinging over the slope of her mate’s back as the other embraced his neck. Reared up perpendicular to him, she planted a wet smooch right on his nearer cheek.

Hi, she breathed, smiling against the fur there before teasing. Well, here I am. What’re your other two wishes?