Sun Mote Copse a name is just a sound someone makes when they need you.

Before he could really react, Pox was clambering on top of him, Elfie was leaping onto a nearby log, and Elwood was right there, too. Crow hadn't really been interested in getting on the log, but now everybody was doing it, so he tried to scramble up, too. He was only about twenty percent successful, clawing at the bark and getting nowhere. His little pudgy puppy body just wasn't having it today.