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

He fell the telltale press of a nose and the accompanying puff of air as his auntie sniffed him in turn. Skip’s tail wiggled in approval. It went limp along with the rest of his body when her teeth pinched his nape.

Wheeeee! the boy chimed as Fennec carried him, though he was only airborne for a handful of seconds before she plopped him on the ground again. Gin! Gin! he cried, talking right over her.

He flailed out a forepaw to bat at her, missing on his first try but using her voice to guide him. Eventually, his tiny forepaw slapped her leg. It filled Skipjack with a great sense of achievement.

GIN! he demanded insistently.