Nova Peak before i tumble homeward.

Whittier was fat. Fatter than the others, at least, and for some reason, Bazi had seized upon this fact as a source of concern. The other three were starting to look like miniature wolves - sleek and spindly, with adorably oversized features and inquisitive eyes. But Whittier mostly slept - and ate. Bazi blamed the boy entirely for the state of her nips, and couldn't imagine a time when they weren't six meters long and grazing the ground when she walked.

Presently, Whittier was dozing in the sunshine. Swift was making noise in the back, and both Pasha and Allure were testing their noses on one of the many presents that their mother had deposited in the den. Important wolf stuff. But not Whit. Bazi stared at her beanbag of a son for a long moment, then jabbed him roughly in the ribs with the tip of her nose.