Sun Mote Copse sponsored by otters holding hands while they sleep.

Hah! He'd managed to get it away from her- missing the fact, entirely, that she'd missed the grab on purpose. He gave the wing a couple jerks to pull it away from Finley, but she'd chosen, then, to focus on little Nellie, who'd politely poked her head out of the den and had waited for Mom to give her her blessing to greet their Auntie. He watched Finley for a moment, and then looked over at his sister, as though trying to select a target out of both of them. Mom was boring- so he calculated which would get the biggest reaction- tackling his sister, or going after Finley. 

In the end, Finley was closer and she was distracted- or so he thought- so he snuck over as quickly as he could and before his mother could say anything, the little rapscallion dove to grab and bite down on Finley's ankle, with the intention of biting as hard as he could if he managed to catch her before she could lift her foot.