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Meerkat couldn't help but chortle when Bronco spooked at his own shadow. She gazed at him as he inspected the crystalline facets on the cave walls, a smile curling her mouth at his brilliant deduction. It turned into a playfully indignant leer when he touched the stuff and promptly wiped it off on her.

"Hey—oooh," she half-shouted as she saw the streak of glitter in her fur. That was a big improvement over the toxic bat shit from earlier. Looking up at him, she said, "You need some too, it'll go good with the green," and gestured at the ribbons of grassy coloration streaked in his fur from the first cave's hanging vines.

So, this was going to be their home. The sparkly Meerkat stretched out on the floor beside her rat and began to nip at it, even as her eyes continued poring over the cave's interior. It was dark but cozy and dry. It would certainly serve, especially if it was infested with rats. Meerkat could only hope so.