Firefly Glen all we ever do.

She couldn't immediately place the voice, mostly because it jerked Meerkat out of a drowse on the cliffs overlooking the lake. She'd been sleeping more lately, after her exhausting bout of gastrointestinal disruption, though luckily the worst of that was behind her (pun intended?). Yawning hugely, she unfolded herself and gingerly rose onto all fours, only to dip into a downward dog stretch. When she stood up straight again, she gave herself a bodily shake, wiggling rapidly all the way from her ears to the tip of her tail, and began to walk.

By the time she spotted her older brother, she'd realized who'd called. "Fig!" she exclaimed, bounding up to him with a sloppy kiss to the chin. She loved all these visitors lately. Meerkat hadn't had much time to feel homesick recently, yet the familiar faces soothed any lingering soreness in her heart. "Welcome to Firefly Glen!" she busted out one of her favorite slogans of late, sweeping out a foreleg like an infomercial model presenting the coolest new product.