Sun Mote Copse there are otters in his eyes

The rhythmic motion soothed him into a stupor. Perhaps now he was ready to feed, then take a good, long nap. He began to turn his head to root among the soft, sparse fur of Meerkat’s belly.

He felt Otter move with him and, before he knew it, she was slobbering all over his face. At first, he was indignant! He’d already had his bath! But her tongue was far smaller than their mother’s. It was kind of ticklish, though mostly it made him feel loved… and even more relaxed.

Skip gave Otter’s button nose a gummy nip when he was done being smothered in kisses, then completed his earlier turn. His own nose pressed into their mother’s belly. Before he began his search, he started to knead her flesh just like he’d done with his sister moments ago.