Hideaway Strath lacrima

Although she didn’t necessarily want to fraternize with the man who’d hurt several of the most important women in her life, Meerkat wanted to at least establish a line of communication with their southerly neighbors. She set out toward the strath this morning with two rabbits wrapped in a rather rough-and-ready deerskin. Thankfully, the journey wasn’t long, as it was an awkward parcel for Meerkat to carry.

She arrived at the arch and set the bundle at her feet. Her whisky eyes raised contemplatively to the natural gateway, remembering Towhee’s dire warnings about entering the hideaway. Meerkat shifted her weight and sent up a note announcing herself, then lowered her gaze to watch for the infamous Germanicus to appear.