Sun Mote Copse Coyote ugly.

The sooner the better, I think. Fennec said, recognizing the annoyance in her mother’s tone and what it meant. She didn’t like this one bit. Sometimes changes were natural, but this was a large change, consistent and not the best of signs. Blood never was.

If not that, there’s other things. Yarrow, maybe. And another… she didn’t know the name, but she knew the scent. She’d rarely encountered it - yarrow was the better bet.

I can look, if you need to stay. Her mouth finally quirked up in a bit of a smile, fully realizing the irony of the statement. She still had yet to explore the garden, but maybe this was the moment to do that. If it was anywhere in the territory it would probably be there.