Sun Mote Copse I usually break the things that I love

When his name came up, Meerkat tried to remember if she knew Killdeer’s current whereabouts. He’d stopped by over the winter but she wasn’t sure where he’d headed after that. Thinking of the circumstances of that visit pulled her lips into a frown. Her son had been tight with him but had Fennec been close with Caracal as well?

She stashed that thought for now, replying to Fen’s comment with, I don’t have many clear memories myself but I’m pretty sure I found the log where mom and I stayed after I was born. It was Njord who really picked this place, though. I brought him here just for fun and I could tell it was love at first sight.

Meerkat held out a forepaw, gently grasping Fennec’s elbow and giving it a slight tug: an invitation to walk with her. She fell into step beside her sister, there to guide her if needed but trusting Fen could find her way forward. Meanwhile, she would give her something of a verbal tour of the present day copse.

I don’t know if you remember it but there’s a tree with a big den underneath it. It reminds me of the Hobbit Hole a bit. Anyway, we call it The Taigh and that’s where we live—as in, every trusted member of the pack is welcome there. Of course everyone’s welcome to keep their own spaces too. I was actually thinking of finding a whelping den of my own but now that we’ve really settled in, I can’t imagine delivering anywhere else.