Sun Mote Copse Night on earth.

Towhee didn't know if @Phox and @Niamh would even mind her proximity right now, though she decided to give them their space. She had clung to her brother for several days now and even if his mate(?) wasn't in season, she didn't want to suffocate him. Besides, it was too painful to think about what they were hopefully doing: creating new lives. Oh, she would love those puppies so much and happily help rear them, though she didn't need to see it in action and think about her own body's failure to support new life.

She performed a perfunctory patrol, ignoring the light rainfall, and then sought someplace dry afterward. Towhee found herself crawling into a thicket and curling into a ball as daylight waned and the waxing gibbous moon rose somewhere overhead. She felt utterly weary, yet sleep did not come. Perhaps an hour after nightfall, the rain stopped and the mercenary crept out of her shelter, gave herself a shake, and began to prowl the damp, dark copse.