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Whit might have been a bit overly preoccupied with constant eating, but there was more to him than just gluttony. Namely, determination, which in this case was focused on extracting something edible from his mother's leg. I never said gluttony was not the root of his other characteristics, mind you. I could also try and brag a little bit about his impressive curiosity here as well, but considering the fact that his curiosity was also driven by where else he might be able to find food, it.. probably wouldn't have the effect I'm hoping for.

So.. moving on!

When Bazi rolled the boy over onto his back, his jaws were still firmly latched upon her arm. When he was finally dislodged, his mouth slipped off of her with a little pop! which was followed quickly by a series of confused and disgruntled squeaks. He froze briefly when he felt his mother's tongue brushing across him and wonder overtook him. He opened his mouth wide to try and explore the whatsit that kept poking at him, but it kept moving. Determined once again (cause who knew? Maybe this was another nipple!), the little wolf continued to jerk his head to and fro, trying to clamp his jaws on his mother's nose with his pudgy limbs reached out to clasp onto her.