Dragoncrest Cliffs don't forget to pick up what you sow

The sudden absence of her sister had woken Aminthe from her nap. Her face was smash against her mother's chest, her mouth full of fur because she had likely been suckling in her sleep again. She coughed out the waded mess of drool and hair and stared at the entrance. She heard voices, familiar ones—her brothers and Mireille. 

Suddenly she was shuffling to her paws, probably stepping on Quennell. The tiny girl paused only to make sure he hadn't woken and then she was galloping outside the den on legs that had only just started to work properly.

Loko's gifts stole her attention once she was close enough, and she leaped onto the velvety ear. She looked up and babbled nonsense that might have sounded like soft and pretty. 

Then she immediately took the soft tip into her mouth and began to chew, settling down to hold the ear between her front paws.