Sun Mote Copse could it have been another blonde.

Predictably, Weejay was in little mood to play in the days following her mother's death. She skulked around the den, pushed out only when forced by an adult -- and even attempts by her brother to cheer her up were met with somber eyes and no smile.

Presently, she had finished a meal doled out by one of the caretakers, and she was about to go curl up in Daddy's lap when a bouncy puppy overtook her. Surprised and unprepared, Weejay rolled back with a protective snarl, her stubby tail flagged defensively above her. Penn had taken her by surprise, and normally Weejay would have loved to play, but it was hard rousing enough spirit for play as of late.