Redsand Canyon Do not sit if you can dance.

Towhee sat beside the sparring pits, eyes drifting toward the married housing in the distance. In two weeks’ time, the pups would be grown enough to be moved to a rendezvous site. But Mereo was unlike other packs. Aside from the commons, she didn’t even know if there was a rendezvous site here. She supposed the children could continue living in their parents’ stony den until they were ready to claim bunks of their own…

They were a bit young to be fully weaned but she’d successfully transitioned @Leona and @Jack Snipe off the breast the other day. She had expedited the process to avoid further complications with milk fever, which made Towhee feel a little guilty. It was selfish, as was the other reason she had punted the kids off the boob.

She licked her lips and focused her gaze back on the dirt pit. She knew she could call for @Germanicus but she figured he’d eventually make an appearance. In the meantime, Towhee would be happy to engage anyone else who happened by looking for a spar. It was time to get back into the routine.