Prologue
A motherly skunk sat by a stream, body shaking. Tears of grief streamed down her stripped muzzle. With a blanket held in her massive paw, she looked down the stream where her precious burden had been carried off.
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Lanna Badger had been resting in the gatehouse when a sharp knock brought her back to awareness. Grumbling to herself, she hurriedly unlocked the gate. The Skipper of Otters and his burly crew hurriedly came striding in.
"Skipper, this is certainly a pleasant surprise. We didn't expect you back for another day or two." Skipper was not paying attention and shushed her.
"Quiet now mate, we just got 'er to sleep." Lanna's natural curiosity was aroused.
"What you got, Skip?" Two otters parted, showing a cradle.
"We found 'er just floatin' along in the stream. Don't look like 'ees got a mother or a father." Nestled in the blankets of the cradle was a baby skunk, pure silver. Lanna gently lifted her out. In her sleep the little skunk snuggled against Lanna's warm fur, gurgling happily.
Inspecting the cradle, Lanna discovered writing on the side. "Silvera, Silvera," she whispered to herself.
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