you are my sunshine

Fuji had been scrutinising Morganna's latest sprouting of mushrooms when Mr Racoon came in chattering away. Her mother was on the move, leaving the bag of medicines she had bought with her behind in her haste, perhaps mistaking the weight of her cantankerous opossum for her supplies. The horned girl rolled her eyes and gave the raccoon a reassuring pat on the head, even fishing out a beetle she had found earlier in the garden and offering it as a token to show that he had done well. Surely they weren't the only ones he needed to track down on his rounds.

Shouldering the pack, she left Kenta to supervise the children, and made her way to Halo's den. It looked much different than the other times she had been here, everything potentially dangerous well out of reach and even her heavy work table shifted out of the way. They couldn't know how many kids she had in there but if her bulging sides had been anything to go off, Fuji's gems would have been on more than 3.

The place was already crowded with Mortis and Sedna taking up so much space with their hefty backsides and Mort's wings. The girl scowled as she angled her head to collect some ankles on her way through to Halo's side. Her “May I?” as she reached for the first child was perfunctory, they could have said no and she would have replied with a look that conveyed she meant business. Each limb was examined with her dexterous paws, the wings weren't something she'd seen on a newborn before but it was to be expected, right? His mouth was sound, and there were no holes in his belly so she placed him near his mother's chest and moved onto the yet to be named daughter. “Skullcap an' catnip would probably taste better, but whatever yer prefer, I'll get a pot going. Yer doin' really well” She offered, mood only souring when she realised just how much of her mother's way of speaking she had picked up.

“Speech”