The Sunspire Had to have high, high hopes for a living

Remi was taking a shit.

Rump in the air, tail wiggling, Remi was bent down nose to nose with a shrew that had tunnelled into the den. It was a brief encounter; her sister's loud cry sent the rodent back down its hole nearly as quick as it had come.

The silver pup made a strained sound of distress as she hurried to her sister. But several lengths away, she slowed her pace and slid to her belly. Remi then chirped and squeaked soft soothing notes as she tentatively crawled nearer to Wisp, stretching out a paw so that the tips of her tiny white toes touched her sister's paw with the delicate lightness of a feather.

She tilted her head as she studied her sister's face. Her eyesight was still developing and she was not sure what was tripping the something is different sensor in her mind.