Out of the pre-dawn came not one skunk, but a mother and her four tiny shadows. Each striped in miniature, each step a little wobbly, but all tumbling faithfully after her. They followed like a living ribbon across the yard, pausing to nose at the grass, stumbling and righting themselves, learning the art of being wild.

She waited for them with patience, a guardian cloaked in black and white. Watching their procession felt like catching a secret whispered across generations – the knowledge of how to move, how to belong, passed down in soft steps and stripes.

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