Moonspear money on the dash

A pleasant breeze blustered against Meerkat as she picked her way down the mountainside, searching for her mother’s scent. Had Towhee returned yet? Yes! She picked up her trail near the foot of the mountain and followed it as it led her in a southerly direction. She idly wondered why her mom hadn’t gone straight to the rendezvous site.

She saw a figure in the distance, bent over one of the mountain’s many springs. Perhaps she had only just gotten back. Meerkat hastened toward Towhee, a smile on her lips and limbs already haphazardly signing a greeting.

Timestamp: June 14.