Sun Mote Copse sundial

She was still feeling wary when Foxglove called out. Her children were still fresh, and Waawaashkeshi was terrified that the slightest misstep would cause them to shatter like a fragile sheet of ice. The little things were so precious, and such thoughts were a stab to her heart each time. Nonetheless, she returned the call with a low howl of her own. There was still room for Foxglove to squeeze into the den safely.

She was curious to hear the going-ons of the copse anyways, if anything had happened in her absence. She knew that when she was healed it would be a good idea to speak to the Summerwalkers, maybe announce the birth and introduce the new additions.