Sun Mote Copse that sank when i fell overboard

Meerkat’s feet still itched (metaphorically) but now they were starting to swell (literally) and she knew she’d reached the point where it was much more responsible to stick close to home. She still had quite a lot of energy, which she spent on increased patrols, especially since her growing appetite kept Njord constantly on the hunt.

She squatted to sprinkle a patch of snow when a voice rose toward the overcast January sky. Meerkat wouldn’t have ordinarily rushed, though she recognized it instantly. In her haste, she nearly wet her own leg. She gave her hindquarters a little wiggle, the sprang toward the sound of her son’s voice.

Ray! she exclaimed the instant her eyes found his goldenrod figure ahead. Ray, Ray, Ray, she proceeded to mutter with every bounce toward him until, with nary a hesitation, she grasped him in a wolfish hug.