Nova Peak after him, he's getting away!

He was lifted, and he did not fight it. He was too tired to even issue a trademark rrrr whenever someone disturbed him. He was, perhaps, even a bit grateful as he was nestled between his aunts forelegs. She bathed him, and he dozed, soothed beneath the gentle strokes of her tongue. When she stopped, he shifted, and lifted his head to look at her. His gaze was brief. His mouth split into a wide yawn, and he took a stubby leg and swiped it over his head and face as he wriggled between her legs, seemingly attempting to fight off the impending sleep. Whatever had drawn him out of the den was long forgotten.