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“See” implied vision, though Skipjack didn’t—couldn’t—really know what was meant by that. He saw the world through his other senses, though, so he followed that much. But as he pondered what Towhee was telling him, his little brow furrowed.

How you find me then! he exclaimed, darting out to slap where he thought his grandma’s paw might be. Skip cackled, withdrawing even as he repeated something his mother had said to him, Gamma just knows t’ings.

Now he considered this mention of his sister. Oh, he loved Otter dearly! But did he want to share this place—this hideout—with her? Skipjack felt a little possessive of his discovery. He didn’t often have things all to himself. He was torn.

I’ono. I don’ wanna share, he confessed, yet.