Nova Peak children of the wild ones

Though his first few days at the rendezvous site had been relatively... unpleasant (but only because he's a wuss), Whittier was beginning to grow used to his new surroundings.  It was far less comfortable of a place than the den he'd spent his life in thus far, and his siblings/cuddle buddies seemed to be around less and less since they were always out exploring their newfound freedom.  It was clear that he was not at all fond of change, but that had already been evidenced by his reluctance to be weaned, his reluctance to walk places on his own, and his reluctance to grow out of being a useless lump in general.  But, the boy was adjusting with time and slowly was evolving back into the loving, cuddly, gluttonous mama's boy his family was used to.

Surprisingly enough, Whit had not actually been napping when he heard his father's call.  He was between naps, doing what he often did when he was in such a state, which was search for a new place to nap.  Having not found anywhere yet that really suited him, Whit didn't grumble at all at having to abandon his task to waddle through the foliage until he found the patriarch.  His tail wriggled as he approached and settled down near his siblings.  Like Swift, his gaze settled on Allure's bone.  It was certainly a tempting idea to try and wrestle it away from her, but he knew better than to try with Scimitar around.  So, he began to look around for Bazi instead, hoping that whatever this was they were doing could involve some cuddle time.