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Lane scoffed, understanding exactly how Caracal's mother felt. One of her children had the same bug. "I think Wayfarer is going the same way, I hardly see her anymore. I think I named her too aptly." 

Lane shrugged. She was not altogether unhappy about Wayfarer's proclivities. It was a bittersweet feeling; she was proud that she had raised such an independent child, but also a little hurt that her child might wish to depart from her family as soon as possible. 

"Oh-- um, yeah. Of course. We'll be fine here." Lane was a little taken aback that Meerkat had asked her permission. 

Lane glimpsed Caracal's light-colored pelt between the trees. "Hey bud!" she called out to him. "Do you see any trees leaking sap..?" 

Lane turned back to Meerkat, a thought coming to her. "If I don't get the chance to see you two before you leave, please let the kid know that he's welcome to stop in here anytime for a visit." It was what she would want for her own children, if they happened to find themselves in need of a safe place when they were away from home.