Sun Mote Copse i've seen her kick in a door before.

Fin was straightening and licking her lips when she heard her name called. In spite of how down she felt at that moment, hearing her daughter call her by her first name always made her smile. It was such an odd habit--a quirky little thing she did that Finley couldn't explain. It was those quirky little things she most appreciated about her children, so she didn't mind, nor did she ever try to correct the pup.

"Hey, Squirrel," Fin said, dropping her muzzle to touch her nose fondly against one of Sugar's cheeks, "Nothing's wrong exactly. I was just thinking about how the forest is changing." The sadder aspects of its changes, of course, but she didn't need to clarify that. "What're you up to?" she asked, happy for the distraction.