Sun Mote Copse who’s afraid of little old me?

Let me know if you mind the power-play! We can probably wrap here? :)

This time, Otter did as she was told. Towhee stood watch, cringing a little bit when the pup’s haphazard movements knocked out the anthill. She felt a little bad for the ants, though she was more concerned about the fact that the child was probably going to be covered in them now…

Abruptly, Otter sprang to her feet and bolted away. Towhee had no idea she was crying for her mother. After a couple blinks, she dashed after the youngster to make sure she made it safely to her destination. It proved to be The Taigh, where a clearly bewildered Meerkat popped her head out of the den.

-“She has ants in her pants. I suggest taking her to Fish’s Loch and giving her a dunk to get rid of them,”- Towhee said to her. -“Skip still inside? I’ll keep an eye on him.”-

After Meerkat steered her upset child toward the small lake south of the communal den, Towhee peeked inside. She was thinking of taking her grandson out now, seeing as her exploration had been thwarted. But the little boy was sound asleep in the corner. He didn’t even stir when Towhee accidentally kicked a bone that went skittering across the floor.

I think the universe is trying to tell me something, she sighed to herself, slouching to the floor and obeying the implied command to take it easy.