Sun Mote Copse these small hours

Nyssa had finally gathered up enough confidence, yesterday, to slip into the den's recesses. She craved the closeness of the others. To bask in the warm affection that radiated like the warm rays of a summer sun. She tread carefully. Lightly. 

Honoring the proud parents and their two newborns with a wide berth. Eventually, she found an unoccupied corner on in the far back. Well out of the way but within reach should she be needed. And close enough that the pups may just be able to sense her.

Meerkat had gone for a break, leaving Njord to watch over them. Naturally, they began to stir at the absence of their mother. Njord had the perfect solution in the form of a charming song. Nyssa, content to recline and listen, watched on with a pleased little smile, while resting her chin atop her forepaws.