Sun Mote Copse i just pulled up to the studio and laid it on the line

Sunchaser prompts him and Bushtit returns his smile. He has no idea why he’s hesitating after calling this audience with two distinct goals in mind. Having satisfied the first—learn more about the wolves living here—he can go two for two now, walk among his earliest childhood memories.

Well, he begins, when we lived here, we all shared a den. It had a name, but I don’t remember it. I was wondering if I could go there. I left something behind, I wanna see if it might still be there. I dunno where this Wishy-washy lady lives, he quips, winking in the hope Sunchaser doesn’t mind the joke, but maybe the old den’s on the way?

He wonders if anyone else is living there, perhaps even the founder herself. That should at least makes things straightforward, Bushtit thinks. He tries to remember the den’s exact location. He’s fairly certain it’s somewhere in the heart of the copse. He’ll know it when he sees it. Or smells it, he’s pretty sure.