(XD Sure. Can I go a smidge of doctor, too? Just measurements and such. I know all of those metric measurements and stuff. To create Arrenland, one must know it's surrounding cultures, such as GB.)
Enola sat up straight on the round pallet on the ground, watching carefully. Mabel bent down, sticking her face RIGHT THERE. "Well, hah there lil' missy! How'd y'all get in heeeere? 'Ey Doc, mahnd checkin' this 'un up too?" Mabel stood up and batted her eyelashes. The doctor groaned and jotted down Sly's notes, then let Enola replace him on the scale. "Now, this one's heavier than a vixen should be. She shouldn't be heavier than the other one, well-fed or not. I might need to do an X-ray on her."
(HERE IT COMES!)