Nova Peak brother you are comfy

Swift continued to squirm on the den floor, which had become warmer and wetter in a way that was not soothing like the caress of his mother's tongue. Despite his name, he was unable to right himself quickly, and continued to wriggle until by some fluke he hit the appropriate combination of movements that found his belly pressed back onto the ground where it ought to be, his stubby and now tired legs splayed about him. He squeaked, and unsteadily turned his head as if to look around. He was not uncomfortable here, wet and and not snuggled between the bodies of his siblings. Slowly, he crawled, and ended up facing his bigger brother, eventually pushing pulling himself until he was forcibly under Whittier's pug puppy snout. Perhaps he would be allowed to nap here, unaware that his mother had interjected to ensure that his other brother and sister went undisturbed.