Nova Peak after him, he's getting away!

She did not stop him. There was nothing in his way. He continued to haul himself forward, toward a line of taller grasses some great distance from the den; it seemed much further to him, though he was hardly aware that he was even heading there specifically, for he was being compelled by a force unknown. Soon, however, the infancy of his mind and body took over. He stopped, and started to whine softly. He had hauled himself from the den, to his aunt, over her paw, and had gotten this far toward his mark, but he had had enough. He was exhausted, and he lay his chin on the ground with a loud sigh. His whining tapered off into other soft, tired noises.