Dragoncrest Cliffs over the sea to skye

Following the meeting, Meerkat now recognized most faces by sight, most individuals by scent. Still she sought to introduce herself to every comrade on a personal basis. Today’s endeavor led her around the shore of Glintwater Lake, weaving between the sweet-smelling pines in the general direction of the tunnel which led to the bay.

Before she reached it, she came across a mother weasel carrying a small baby in her mouth. Perhaps her den had been discovered by another of Sapphique’s wolves and she was in the middle of relocating her litter. Meerkat and the mustelid each froze, the wee kitten squirming where it dangled by the scruff.

@Hermes :)