Sun Mote Copse Starchaser

The faint moonlight illuminated their backs as they ran together through the lowlands. With each turning bend, their positions changed until the couple ran abreast through the Copse.

Their Copse.

A place of limitless possibilities. A place that would become their home and hearth for generations to come.

His mate stopped as a hunting owl silently floated overhead like a shadow in the dark night.

It was a good omen. A sign of a healthy land and ecosystem.

Njord’s barrelled ribcage heaved with great breaths. Awake. Alive. On fire.

Meerkat posed a question and he rested his chin across her back. “Oh, there are many things Ah’d like tae do with ye, mo graidh,” Njord’s husky lilt crooned as he began to preen the familiar fringes of her chestnut-tipped coat. His red tail flagged in the air flirtatiously, telegraphing his interest.

However, it was only the start of winter. The beginning of their dance and courtship – there was still some time before Meerkat began her estrus.

Tenderly, he smoothed her fur. He knew he would love this woman until the world’s end.

“Let us find a den. Before the ground freezes,” he suggested. Meerkat had been born here… perhaps there was a heritage site for them to claim and raise their children.