are you slow?

Allure, groggy from a nap, blinked at her pale mother, whose gaze was rather intent upon them. Sitting upon a pudgy rear, the bi-toned babe wobbled a bit, stumbling in to her paler brother, Swift. Tiny ears, though still folded, swiveled forward as Bazi spoke, and canting her muzzle slightly, Allure’s lips remained firmly shut in intrigued but grim silence..

.. That was, until a stray fur from Swift began to tickle her cheek, and leaning over even further now, the little baby glomped toothless gums to her brother’s cheek and began to try to pull, a white-tipped paw lifting to push at his chest in turn.