Otter Creek Falling to pieces

She chortled and said, "not sure, don't have any!" She knew almost nothing about male anatomy, too. It was likely a good thing—she was proving to be curious, perhaps too curious for her own good.

She squinted when Junior pointed out a cave overhead. She could barely make out the yawning maw from where they stood, but it was there, a slightly darker spot opening into the cheerless stone face. "Looks like it!" she said eagerly. Her legs felt stronger now that she knew the end of their climb was approaching, and with a last surge of energy she made it the last hundred yards.

The cave was small and held no interesting features, but it was well protected from any wind that might rise overnight. The entrance was shorter than the cave's ceiling, and it seemed longer than it was wide. "This'll do, huh?" she said as she popped her head into it with a brisk wave of her tail.