Sun Mote Copse The Hunting of the Snark

She and her pesky brother had been moved to the rendezvous site not too long ago, and Nellie was enjoying herself there. Sure, the visits from aunty Fin and the nice den had been sufficient enough to appease her a few weeks ago, but now that she had gotten a taste of freedom there was almost no stopping her. The copse was wonderful, everything was so lush and beautiful - there was so much to see! And, as a bonus, she finally got to hang out with kids besides her own brother. She was still a little shy, not so jumpy as Pox nor as talkative as Elfie, but probably a lot nicer than Bronco.

Snark? She questioned softly in a small voice. That word sounded scary, but a hunt sounded so fun. Besides, she was with the older kids now - they probably weren't scared! Maybe, to fit in, she'd just have to go along with it.