Sun Mote Copse World war freestyle.

Okay.  A nap sounded nice, and she didn't really have anything better to do.  Aside from that, it had been a long while since she'd gotten to snug up with family.  She'd been on her own for the most part in the Firebirds claim, unwilling to push herself into Finley and Elwood's space, and having Towhee at her back again felt like home.

She pressed into her mom and curled up.  She was near adult size at this point, but slender, and she snuggled her head up near Towhee's neck with a contented sigh.  It wasn't the same without dad and Fig, but it was enough.