let's go to the hills, where the outlines are clear

Whit had been dozing soundly in his favorite spot, with his stubby muzzle snuggled in his mama's arm pit. Despite the fact that she'd been busily tearing into her meal which meant a number of gentle knocks in the head from an elbow, the husky boy hadn't had any problem slipping off to dreamland. He had a fully belly and a warm place to stuff his head--who could resist a nap in those kinds of conditions?

It wasn't until Bazi shifted away from him that Whit awoke. Confused and still half asleep, he looked around blearily before his muzzle split open in a wide yawn. With a thrust of his limbs, he rolled over onto his side and nudged himself backwards until he was nestled against the squishy wall again. The scent of meat was rather tempting to his nostrils, but Whit wasn't quite ready to be awake yet. Not even the fact that he'd just opened his eyes for the first time was going to move him, especially since it had only been for like a second and he didn't actually know what food looked like, 'cause otherwise he'd have been up and running for it.