Swiftcurrent Creek momentum

With a bellyful of milk and previously-chewed and half-digested meat, Relonikiv slumped onto the floor to nap off the large meal. When he woke a while later, he felt an intense need to take a dump. Instinctively, he scuttled toward the doorway—the place furthest from where Paarthurnax and her pups kept their beds. He did not exit the den. Instead, he managed to push himself into a shaky seated position in the corner near the den's mouth. Bowlegged and grunting, his face contorted with effort as he emptied his bowels.

Even after relieving himself, he remained squatted, absently smiling up at the ceiling. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement and it startled him out of his glassy-eyed reverie. Relonikiv tried to lift himself onto all fours but the first shaky step resulted in him face-planting. He stayed down, giggling under his breath as he scooted across the stone floor, his nose soon enough bumping into one of Scimitar's forepaws.

Oogh! Relonkiv "said," tail waving as he rolled onto his back, exposing his belly to the pack's Alpha.