Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Despite the vehement "no," Towhee took that as confirmation that something was going on between those two. She didn't say anything about it, just sucked in a deep breath and held it in her chest as Fennec explained. Her heart hurt at the idea of Fennec going away and, of course, she worried about her safety. But Towhee didn't want her blindness to hold her back in life and she knew there was nothing unusual about a yearling dispersing. It would be hard on both sides, yet it wasn't an inherently bad thing, she tried to remind herself.

"Where will you go? Will you—is this permanent? Or do you intend to come back?" She swallowed thickly at that word. Fen had just called the copse home, so maybe it would remain that way while she went out and saw (well...) more of the world. "Have you talked to your dad? And Fig? Go play," Towhee added as Meerkat slithered up to her, putting a paw in the child's face and playfully shoving her aside, causing her to tumble with a bout of giggles.