Sun Mote Copse did gyre and gimble in the wabe

Avery didn't mind the new additions to their den. She was still free to eat, sleep, and squirm about as she pleased, and even had the benefit of learning from Elfie and Weejay as social role models. Of course, given the option, she would happily choose to gnaw on or wrestle with her own littermates, but that was to be expected.

She hadn't been paying much attention to Sugar's latest antics, until a large figure loomed in the doorway. Accompanying this silhouette was a new smell; she couldn't identify it, but it was the beaver that Colt had deposited just outside the den. She began to make her way towards him, nose uplifted and wriggling with curiosity.