Silvertip Mountain The drum beats out of time

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Peering up at his father did not take long to ache his weak neck. He mewled pitifully, playing up to the attention he knew he was getting with a certain relish. There was definitely something particularly thrilling about being the centre of attention.

His tiny tail wagged about like a windmill, whipping the pads of FitzDutiful's paws, as he felt hot breath tremble the air around him. His pink tongue popped from his mouth, tasting the air that contained his new middle name. It tasted good, whatever it was, and he sneezed in approval. This caused him to roll sideways, until he sprawled teetering on the edge of his belly, propped up only by his father's left paw.