Sun Mote Copse Sins of my father are heavy

Something tugged on her paw, pulling Towhee out of a bad dream. She sat up with a snort, blinking blearily in the dim light of The Taigh. She jerked when she realized Skipjack was standing over her, staring at her in the spooky way only a blind wolf could.

“You were havin’ a nightmare,” Skip said before Towhee could grumble about it. “What was it about?”

I honestly don’t remember, she muttered, slowly stretching upright. Probably the sea lion. Thanks for—what’s up? Towhee asked, changing tack when she noticed the Bairn’s ears prick.

“Auntie Fen is looking for you. She’s outside,” Skipjack shared before darting out to greet his favorite aunt.

Towhee plodded slowly after him, squinting against the June sunshine as she emerged from the communal den. Her neck and tail seemed to twinge with every step. She wondered if that’s why Fennec was looking for her.

Did you make an appointment? If not, I’m afraid you have to scoot, Towhee teased her grandson, tickling at him until he skittered away laughing. What's haps? she said to her pale daughter once he was gone.