Sun Mote Copse did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Avery looked at Sugar as her sister drew alongside her, intent to do some investigating as well. "Eeks," said Sugar, and so it only made sense for Avery to mimic her. "Eeks!" she insisted, although she wasn't looking up at Colt's chin like Sugar was. She was still watching that furry lump at her uncle's feet that smelled so good.

She was rewarded when Colt lowered himself to the ground and then moved a bit of the mysterious object closer to her. She peered at it tentatively for a moment, nose still working in overdrive as the scent filled her nostrils. And then, not because she had been given any instructions, but simply because it seemed like the right thing to do, she carefully fitted her mouth around the beaver's tail and began to gnaw, her eyes going wide in response to the taste and feel.