Sun Mote Copse Sun Mote Copse, Forever

The sight of fresh snow drew a sigh from Meerkat. She was ready for spring. She had to admit the copse looked particularly pretty as she draped a threadbare deerskin over her shoulders and set out from The Taigh. She didn’t go far, plodding toward Seal’s Nook, the pups kicking all the while.

When her husband’s voice rose over the bare boughs, Meerkat jerked a little in surprise, then smiled. Without hesitation, she pointed her sandy muzzle skyward, which caused the skin to slide off her shoulders. Rolling her eyes at herself, Meerkat smoothed it out on the snowy ground, plopped down on it, then raised her voice to join the ballad of Sun Mote Copse.