Dragoncrest Cliffs Bichir

The hour grew late. After all the excitement of the past few days, Meerkat yearned for peace and quiet. She headed to the roja den, knowing she would find it there. She sensed her mate somewhere nearby, though she hoped he might give her some time to herself. Meerkat sensed her heat was waning anyway.

She plopped down just outside the den’s doorway. She sighed tiredly. She needed some sleep. Meerkat began to inch forward so she could sprawl on her belly there, right across the threshold. The instant her head settled on her outstretched forelegs, though, she heard some slight rustling coming from inside the den.

Fish? she whispered, raising her head.