Sun Mote Copse The little cloud who wouldn't and the rainbow who couldn't.

A diversion presented itself in the form of her daughter. Towhee whirled on a heel to confront the movement she sensed behind her, her muscles coiling beneath her fur, only to relax an instant later. She swallowed thickly and tried to arrange her face into a smile, though there was nothing for it and it didn't really matter anyway. But to make up for it, she swiftly moved toward her daughter, stretching out to press her snout to Fen's temple.

"I'm here," she murmured, perhaps unnecessarily, but there was deeper meaning to her words. Towhee stood there, simply breathing in and out, so glad that her prodigal daughter was here with her. "Feel up to a spar, by any chance?" she asked a few beats later, still feeling the restlessness like an itch beneath her skin.