Sun Mote Copse Starchaser

Does it? she asked, eyes glowing as their gazes held and she found herself falling more in love with this idea alongside her husband.

He took the proverbial brush and painted more detail onto the canvas she had conjured. She listened, heart lifting more with every word. This land was already theirs. They only had to people it. And that was exactly what they would do. It would be a bustling, tightly-knit commune, even if it took some time for them to build it to match their vision.

What if we found a younger couple, one who doesn’t have children yet? We could guide and support them when they start their family, Meerkat mused. But, of course, I wouldn’t want that to be a requirement. Just thinking out loud.

Did they know of any other pairs, new or old, who might want to make this their homestead too? Surely they did, though Meerkat couldn’t think of any off the top of her head, especially not with the way Njord was holding and mind-melding with her so perfectly. It was rather distracting.

I’m okay with a slow burn, she murmured, reaching up to nibble at the tender spot where his jaw met his throat. Lowering her voice to a whisper, she added, Should we officially christen The Taigh, my love?

Afterward, they could look for a whelping den, someplace small and cozy where Meerkat could deliver their next litter and stay just for a week or two. Perhaps, she thought, they could even use the log where Towhee had taken her during her first few weeks of life.