Sun Mote Copse Caraway Tea

The days had begun to run together, fuelled by a solid routine that seldom changed but now, after Meerkat had been born, he found that the days edged toward excitement and change, knowing that very soon there would be more pups- and that he would have more responsibility than simply dropping food off at his mother's den, or digging it out to make it large enough for her, Phox, Towhee, Meerkat and whatever kids his mom gave birth to. He was a good hand, when it came to getting things done, and had become relatively complacent and optimistic about finding his place in the pack as someone who helped others, rather than simply patrolling and looking after only himself. Life had changed, and it had changed him. 

He was meandering along the borders when he spotted Wraen, seated, gazing out over the distance. He followed her gaze, but didn't see anything that really snagged his attention but he imagined, then, that she must be deep in thought. Something about her looked lonely, though, so he walked up the hillock, and gave her a docile, friendly nudge on her shoulder as a greeting and sat down, wordlessly, beside her.