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

Still deaf to the world (which would have been figurative even though in this stage it was still literal), Whit had every intention of snoozing on when he was rudely awakened by a prod to his face. The boy awoke again with a jolt and a squeak, kicking his legs at the air. Though he was ill-inclined to do anything to please the mom that had so rudely awoken him, his lids peeled back yet again as he struggled onto his stomach. He bobbed his head back and forth, searching for the offending mommy-face so that he could gum it into submission and get back to sleep.

It was then that Whit discovered a scent that he actually did find quite intriguing. Wriggling away, he pivoted his body in search of the bone that Bazi had abandoned. Instinctively, he knew that it was likely something that he could eat. Of course, he thought that about everything he encountered, but at least this time he was right.