Sun Mote Copse he coughs up foxes

I couldn't not! <3

Little Otter and Skipjack were growing by the day. Reaching new, impressive little milestones in their development. And Nyssa's curiosity and wonder of them, was just as great as it had been on the day of their birth. She knew well enough that mothers and their newborns needed space. Time to feed, to rest and to bond. Even the most devoted of parents needed a break. Not that she knew personally. Only blurred experience as a tiny pup herself, under the care of her family.

When Meerkat slipped away, departing on business concerning their neighbors, the slate female noticed. There was nothing she felt that needed to be said as she slipped naturally into the role of a volunteer babysitter. She could offer the pups nothing in terms of food and they were far too young to play. 

Having kept herself at a small distance up until now, Nyssa wasn't confident on what her limits were with the new additions, if any. She was cautious, until she could be more certain. With the others likely to be handling their share of patrols or caching, she took up a post directly outside of the opening of the den. Far enough away not to be an intrusion, but close enough for a curious youngster. In the warm blotch of sunlight, she laid down and rolled on her back, basking contently. A gentle eye watching, darker tipped tail weaving sociably.