Sun Mote Copse And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be

He'd noticed that his mother had balked, but hadn't expected her to reach out toward him. Instinctively, he flinched and stumbled to the side, squinting against the sudden beam of light that flittered across his muzzle. Was this was some technique she was using? Blind him in the sunlight and then pin him down? But she didn't. All that met him was a stunned stare- and an interrogation that made him pause, at first, before laughter burst forth from him, releasing the tension he'd just built up. 

"Ahhh, so Meerkat an' I live in a cave, an' it's got that sparkly mica stuff in the walls; the dust from it covers the floor, an' I kind of get covered in it," He explained. It was his mother, after all, who had told him what mica even was, when they'd been on their mother-son trip when he'd been little more than three months old. "You remember, like that cave you showed me?" He asked.