Sun Mote Copse Three hour drive.

When most of their members had arrived, Phox addressed the group. Rather than read him, she looked at each of the faces gathered around to gauge expressions and reactions. No one seemed ready to kick up any kind of fuss, not that she could tell, anyway. Probably most of them had heard the news ahead of time. Now they were just sealing the deal... sweetening it too, with a celebratory feast.

While her Regents fielded questions, primarily from their own young son, Towhee turned and began to make her way toward one of the nearest stockpiles. She glanced over her shoulder to see the others spreading out toward the caches littered throughout the copse. Best case scenario: they emptied everything completely and left nothing behind for the inevitable scavengers.

The Sovereign helped herself to a bit of dried beaver tail, her teeth sinking deliciously into the rubbery flesh. She began to gnaw. She would eat as much as she could handle without turning herself into a blimp. They had a long, long walk ahead of them, after all.

I'll archive this in a few days! :)