Sun Mote Copse a stick, a stone; it's the end of the road

She’d brought a seashell back from Moontide, which she’d set atop the grave marker for Caracal. Towhee sat staring at it now. She was feeling exceptionally angry today. She hoped everybody would keep their distance.

Meerkat approached. Had she been alone, Towhee would’ve asked to be left alone. But Killdeer was with her. Her breath caught in her throat as she swept to her feet. Meerkat must’ve told him, judging by the look on his face.

Towhee stepped over her son’s tombstone to hurry toward her grandson. She immediately embraced him, forelegs wrapping around his shoulders as she pulled his head toward her chest. She tucked her own over top.