Sun Mote Copse there are otters in his eyes

It felt good to stretch his body in this new way, working muscles for the very first time. Skipjack burbled happily, holding the position as long as he could, which wasn’t very long at all. He relaxed all at once, meaning to sploot back on the den’s floor but sprawling on top of his sister instead.

The tiny, soft flaps of his ears fluttered. The little boy’s ears hadn’t properly opened, though he registered Otter’s shrieks dimly. Skipjack attempted to squirm off her, tumbling to one side and rolling partway onto his back. He blinked slowly, once more finding himself staring blearily at the ceiling of The Taigh.