The Sunspire Get boozy, boozy, boozy

"Ha!" said Wisp as she popped out of the communal pup den in the morning, tail whirring. Prior to the arrival of the other pups, Wisp had been reluctant at best to leave the safety of the den. The first time out, she'd had a panic attack when a butterfly flew uncomfortably close to her head, and after that she hadn't wanted to go out again. But with Ibis, Okeanos and the others making the den equally uncomfortable, Wisp quickly got over her aversion to the outdoors and spent a good deal of time just outside the den's entrance.

Tip, tap, top, tup, went Wisp's mind with each step she took, clearing the space between the den's wide mouth and a clump of dirt several feet away. She leaned forward as she walked, like she was very interested in something, and sat clumsily down beside the clod with a giggle. "Ha!" she proclaimed, and for the next five minutes, stared directly and intensely at the clump.