Nova Peak after him, he's getting away!

She was not making his efforts any easier, and he completely ignored her affection as she nosed his head and spine because for the moment he was focused. He grunted, and continued to rrrrr as his muzzle bumped its way along her leg. Suddenly, he found a place where the obstacle did not seem so insurmountable: it was her paw, which was relatively flat compared to the rest of her leg, at least to the little Frostfur. Swift spared no time, not that he was very fast because he was nothing of the sort. He dug his stubby forepaws into her as he hauled himself forward and over the paw, tumbling clumsily onto the other side because grace was thus far a foreign concept to him and he could trip over air. He gathered himself, and continued his forward march.