Sun Mote Copse birdsong

Foxglove could hardly stand the waiting. There was so much more of the world to see, and nothing truly tethering her to the copse. Even now she warred with herself: was it foolish to wait around while someone else's life was happening, or selfish to pack up her own pining dreams and take off? She didn't want to put her life on hold for some random woman and her babies, that was for sure. But...

Well, someone was coming her way anyway. No time to think about it now. She would just have to decide tomorrow. Fox picked herself up and took a few steps toward the sound of an approaching packmate. The dark wolf was closer than she'd thought. She sucked in a breath.

Hi! It slipped out far louder than she'd intended, nearly a shout. Oops. Fox softened her voice and took another step closer. Nice to meet you. I'm Rusty Foxglove Medeiros. Or - um, Fox. Usually everyone calls me Fox.