Nova Peak oh where, oh where can my baby be.

UH, IS THAT A PROBLEM??

Whit sat still with his tiny paws upon his father's nose for a good five or six seconds before he decided he wanted to eat it. No sooner had he opened his mouth to glomp his toothless jaws down upon it than Scimitar moved and began to tickle his pudgy tummy. It was a strange feeling, but not totally different from others he had felt. Squeaking, he wriggled against Scimitar's snout, kicking his feet harmlessly on either side of his muzzle, flopping his papa's lips against his teeth with his back paws.