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Fireflies had returned to the copse, and for a moment Weejay almost called for her brother in excitement; the last time she had seen them, they had been chasing them around the grove as little stump-legged puppies.. And now, a new generation was carrying in their footsteps. Weejay watched Meerkat with a twist of sadness in her gut: she missed her brother more than anything.

She didn't quite see Towhee, but assumed the guardian must be near if Meerkat was there frolicking. Weejay bent down to grab a stick and paused as a ripple of thunder pealed overhead. She hadn't realized it was going to storm -- and part of her garden bed was still unfinished.

Torn between sussing play out from Meerkat and tending her flowers, Weejay decided on the former and approached with a gentle woof.