Sun Mote Copse a name is just a sound someone makes when they need you.

Hell YEAH he was gonna pee on everything!! Pox had been thrilled by the prospect of moving out of the cramped, gloomy den the moment his parents had broken the news to him. The adults may not have agreed, but he was positive that he had grown out of being cooped up in the den when he was a week old. Now at two months, he was so ready to break free and get to explore the big, wide world he just knew was out there.

So, it was without any hesitation that the boy went barrelling about the rendezvous site, holding nothing back as he jabbed his nose into this or that. He had just finished claiming a knotted root with a stream of glistening pee when he turned, wild-eyed to find the next thing that was going to belong to him.

His eyes landed on a wide, rotted trunk of a fallen tree near the river. He crooned an excited, squeaky little howl before tearing off towards it. He jumped as soon as he came "near enough", attempting to lunge right over the top like a pole vaulter with no pole, but instead he just smashed right into the side and fell back down onto the ground with an oof and a splat.

Pox was not deterred by this failure. The boy rolled back onto all fours in a moment and spun to face the log again with a determined little frown. He crouched low right up against the side of the tree trunk and sprang, once again failing to actually launch himself on top of it, but at least not bashing his face into it. When he rolled onto all fours this time, he backed up and tried again. And again. And again. And again.

Rendezvous sites are awesome.