adults talking

Whit actually felt quite pleased with himself after his squeaky little display.  And it seemed the big whatevers he was smelling were pleased with him as well, for after a moment, he felt a wet whatever-it-was prodding gently at his shoulders.  Eagerly, he turned his head to search for whatever was poking him with his gaping jaws and waggly little pink tongue.  He was certainly a curious fellow, and soon his searching was rewarded with a find.  Of course, it was just Bazi's arm again, but Whit went right to work nibbling on it as though it was brand new in spite of the fact that, next to her nipply bits and his siblings' faces, he had suckled upon his mom's legs more often than anything else.  Still, it made him happy and his stubby tail wriggled about to show it.