Sun Mote Copse hemlock

They were greeted with the kind of warmth that reminded Meadow of Tamar, and it stirred a small smile to her lips. She missed her best friend—her decided sister—but she could not wait for the family to return. There had never been any indication they would.

Reyson was quick to speak, and Meadow cast a look at their two yearlings, dawdling behind, giving an encouraging nod to either. Lotus offered the lift of a paw—a version of a wave.

She withheld a sigh before turning back to their gracious welcomer. “You’re home is beautiful,” she offered, eyes already drifting out to the possibilities that lay before them.