Sun Mote Copse I usually break the things that I love

She was curled up in The Taigh, fast asleep, when a soft kick awoke her. Meerkat’s eyes fluttered open and she groaned as she stretched. She made no effort to rise, instead letting out a happy little sigh as her head drifted to rest on her outstretched forelegs. The culprit kept stirring, though, and eventually her bladder protested.

Chuckling under her breath, she pushed into a sit, pointing her nose at the ceiling as she stretched her neck and shoulders. Meerkat then stood, giving herself a little shake before stepping toward the door. Her eyes slitted against the glare. It was an overcast morning, though the sky and the ground were both a wash of cottony white.

After relieving herself, Meerkat deliberated the merits of ducking back into The Taigh or perhaps going for a brief stroll. She decided on the latter, keeping an eye out for Njord, Stingray or Nyssa. Birds sang from the bare treetops, a sign that spring wasn’t far away, along with the soft movements in her middle.

She was getting nearer the border when someone called. Meerkat would ordinarily ignore a caller in her current condition, unless she happened to recognize the voice. In this case, she did. Her whole face brightened as she suddenly picked up the pace. When was the last time she’d seen her sister?

Fennec! Meerkat called out as soon as she set eyes on that familiar figure on her doorstep.