Sun Mote Copse i’m gonna pop some tags, only got $20 in my pocket

This voice was slightly more familiar. Skipjack’s whole body wriggled as he arched his little snoot to sniff noses with his auntie. He took a step forward until his nose pressed against her left foreleg. There were so many other smells alongside her familiar scent. Skip’s tail whipped back and forth as he took his time reading them all.

When she spoke from somewhere just above his head, Skip didn’t pause in his cataloging, though he did parrot back, Cape din goo yer!