Bearclaw Valley Did you know that midgets make up a small percentage of the population?

He snuffled as he slid clumsily from Laurel's belly, plopping to the floor somewhere between his siblings before doing an expert breast stroke away from them. His thin tail whapped Piper's cheek strongly as he propelled himself past her, displaying an impressive quantity of vitality for a premature baby wolf. This liveliness, along with charming smiles and a sexy amount of positivity, would no doubt shape if not entirely define who Lucas would become.
The dry, warm smell of one of his favourite wolves—I mean, who wasn't a favourite wolf, thought Lucas fleetingly—suddenly invaded his senses and the boy lifted his head even higher with an excitable sniff. His paws grasped the floor even quicker and his tail begain a slow and uncoordinated wiggle as he dragged himself toward the nearest wall, which Indra guided him away from with a gentle nudge. The touch of her muzzle was all Lucas needed; he slowly rolled over onto his side, nose furiously searching as his mouth gaped into a wide, gummy grin to accompany a wheezing whimper.
Touch me! his grasping little paws seemed to say as he reached blindly for his aunt.