Qeya River a scurry of squirrels

Though by far the most reserved of her siblings, little miss priss was no less curious about the growing world around her.

It was drizzling outside the den now, and she sat primly at its entrance, listening closely to the pattering rainfall, shifting her head back and forth in confusion. She could hear something other than the gentle trickling, unaware that it was the clawing activity of squirrels in the trees above the lip of their den that she was listening to, out of her sight range.

Whaaaa? she called out into the (very) early morning rain, speaking to no one in particular since everyone still inside was either still asleep or paying her no mind.