Sun Mote Copse who’s afraid of little old me?

Towhee's words went in one ear and out the other, but Otter followed with a hurried and stumbled crawl. She was still getting used to walking—especially far distances!—and did her best to keep pace with her grandmother.

There was so much to take in as they walked through the territory. Otter stopped occasionally to investigate a smell, examine something that caught her eye, or simply catch her breath.

She was transfixed on an ant hill when she stopped for the fourth or fifth (or was it sixth?) time in the short span that'd passed. Feeling like she wanted Towhee to see this, she called to her with an excited shriek as she plopped down next to the mound.