Sun Mote Copse and she'll promise you more

seemed like a good place to wrap. <3

soft.

not exactly an adjective towhee jr would apply to herself.

she was a lot of jagged, sharp edges.

but pushing herself out of her comfort zone was how she would grow.

-i'll never learn to grow if i don't leave my comfort zone,- she signs with a slightly sheepish grin, watching as her sister tends to a fussing child. jr can't hear the fussing, but she can see one of the pups grow restless.

-we can talk later,- jr assures meerkat before stepping closer to press a kiss to her forehead, should her sister allow it. -i'll let you tend to the little milk monsters.- jr grins at her affectionate nickname for them, ridiculously proud of it before she's extracting herself from the den, suddenly eager to stretch her legs, all the while thinking that she absolutely did not want to be a mother.

besides the fact that she'd probably accidentally kill them, she wasn't so sure she could be confined to a den for however long it took for them to be weaned; shuddering at the thought.