Sun Mote Copse I usually break the things that I love

Meerkat nodded, momentarily forgetting Fennec wouldn’t see it. Now that her sister was comfortable, she selected a few choice strips of meat and pushed them toward her with a forepaw. She trusted that Fen would hear the scrape of her pad against the dirt, not to mention smell the meat now right underneath her nose.

I’m so glad you’re here, Fen, Meerkat said, biting off her own chunk of jerky, or should I say Auntie Curse?

She chuckled, spraying meaty crumbs on her forelegs. Meerkat rolled her eyes at herself and flicked them away, then closed her mouth and chewed in contented, companionable silence.