Sun Mote Copse i could do this with my eyes closed

He pointed his little snoot in the direction he thought she’d gone, based on some inarticulate noises a few yards ahead. Skipjack took another slow step, though the third was a little swifter when Otter returned his call. With cautious confidence, he jogged toward her, Meerkat keeping pace beside him.

When she warned him of a log ahead, Skipjack halted. He made a tsk noise, then ventured forward with his muzzle thrust out ahead of him. He first bumped into Otter—oh so familiar and welcoming—and then nosed past her until he made contact with the log.

Yog! he shouted, then turned his head to ask, Udder! June… yog?