Sun Mote Copse Dark aeon.

"They should be back soon," Towhee replied through a second yawn, wincing a little as her innards stirred. Did she have to get up and go again? It settled a moment later, leaving her feeling a little perplexed. Come to think of it, her insides had been grumbling quite a lot lately. Maybe she should ask Eljay about it, see if maybe there was some natural remedy for a rowdy stomach. But it wasn't hurting or upset, at least most of the time, so maybe she just wouldn't worry about it.

"Anytime, Fen," she remembered to say before the yearling presumably wandered off into the night. Towhee threw her daughter a fond, sleepy smile and then let herself relax. Her head dropped next to her forelegs, the grass cool and ticklish under her chin, but she was out before the sensations fully registered.