adults talking

Whit was having a hell of a time at that moment. While he'd been napping peacefully, it seemed he'd passed out a little too hard, for his siblings had succeeded in rolling him away from Bazi's milk duds. Thus, when he'd awoken from his nap, the little wolf-lump was very stressed indeed.

Wriggling wildly, Whit had thus far succeeded only in wedging his muzzle just beneath his older brother's rump. Try as he could to gain some sustenance from the back left foot that repeatedly kicked him in the face, the boy eventually rolled away with a squeaky huff. For a moment, he laid there with his belly fully exposed, unmoving, simply pouting and wondering what his next action would be before a series of vibrations upon the floor let him know that someone else had joined their gathering. Blindly, he pointed his muzzle this way and that, searching for the newcomer, waggling his paws about as though to entice them forward so that he could latch his booby-sucking mouth onto whatever part they drew near enough to him.