"Are you able to fit a door to the room?" Inric asks Jakin. The boy looks at the breeding room and frowns, worried. "Yes, but... you want to lock them in?" "I do not want to, but I think it is necessary. I do not trust them not to damage the books when they are unsupervised." "But I put a door up for the library," Jakin objects, gesturing to the temporary but sturdy doors blocking the doorway between the breeding suite and the library. "They have grown large enough to scale the walls," Inric says. "There are too many places for them to get in from outside." In the breeding rooms, the kits tumble and scramble, poking their noses into all the cracks. Their mother is curled up, dozing. "I could put a door on the main exit," Jakin suggests. "Then at least they'd have all the rooms to run around in." "That is a good suggestion, if there are no other openings to the outdoors." But even as Inric is speaking, the kits have nosed their way through their tiny tunnel, a crack in the walls which leads to the outside - and thus to the rest of the library.