Sun Mote Copse The scene is dead.

Towhee's thoughts scattered, her eyes softening, when Fig materialized. It was good to see him, not just to get her mind off Arcturus, but Fen as well. Her tail waved as he approached, their muzzles bumping in a fond greeting. She was so glad he was here, she almost blurted out something super sappy, but then his question thankfully saved them both from a chick flick moment.

-"I put her back in my butt where she belongs,"- Towhee falsely groused. Both their remarks were funny (to her, anyway) because Meerkat was such a damn delight. The Regent did need her breaks, though honestly she always looked forward to be reunited with her crotch fruit. -"She's back at the rendezvous site, chillin' with your dad,"- she said in the next beat.

She made a motion, inviting Fig along as she resumed her patrol, and glanced sideways to ask, "How are you?" Towhee had managed to avoid any over-the-top emoting, though her orange gaze was still searching as she wondered how Fig was processing his litter mate's absence.