Moonspear Moon, a hole of light

Tiki couldn't quite hide the smile at the little guys squeak. He raced towards her and she braced herself for impact or worse yet the smell. But it didn't seem to follow him as much as she would have thought it did. She bent her head to meet his little forehead. Took a gentle perusal sniff. So it was on him, but not stuck. So He hadn't been sprayed. Good. 

Tiki laughed then. Hello little one. Skunks are stinky aren't they.

She balanced him as he leaned against her with small paws. She felt her eyes crinkle at the corners. God he was cute. 

I'm Tikaani, but you can call me Tiki.