Sun Mote Copse Gunfinger (salute).

otter burst out into a laugh. ever mischievous, she decides to double down. whatever you say, nana, her cheeky grin stretches further up her face as she makes a leap toward the next closest stone, successfully landing her jump this time. it could be worse, i could've called ya meemaw or summat.
still rather clueless to the semi-serious conversation her grandmother wanted to have with her, she hums a little tune to herself as she plans her route over a gap in the rocks — a gap which led to an unfortunate crevice where a foot could easily get stuck if she wasn't careful.
she tunes back in just in time. trip? oh, yeah, right, one ear twitches idly in thought. did she want to go with them? she'd never left the copse, but she'd also never really been without her parents. i dunno.