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For lil' @Whittier .. let's talk trash about your bro. >_>

All four children were settling into their new home - even Whittier, although it took him a little longer than the others to accept that they would not be going back to the den. His mother indulged him despite knowing better, giving in to requests for cuddles and letting him feed way past the accepted time limit for weaning. She had three (four, if you counted Jorunn) self-sufficient children to be proud of - and four out of five was not bad.

"Acorn," she began, picking out his fourth terrible nickname of the day. They were lounging at the centre of the rendezvous site, watching Allure follow Swift around as he investigated everything that grew from the ground. "Does your brother.. does he share his grass and twigs with you? Tell you about them?"