Sun Mote Copse I usually break the things that I love

Of course. To The Taigh, then, Meerkat decided aloud as she began to move again.

It wasn’t long before the pair drew up in front of the misshapen doorway of the earthen cottage. She glanced at the gnarled roots that formed part of its frame, just glad Fennec wouldn’t have to navigate them. The pathway leading inside was clear, worn by the passage of paws.

There’s a few roots dangling from the ceiling, she cautioned Fen as she stepped inside.

Meerkat padded to the space she and Njord shared. She eased down onto their skins, eyeing the small larder of dried meat they kept near at hand to satisfy Meerkat’s hearty appetite. She wondered if Fen might want some bison jerky.

This is where Njord and I sleep, she said, knowing Fen would locate her position by the sound of her voice. There’s plenty of room. Feel your way around. Make yourself comfortable. I have some snacks once you’re settled in.