dog race

I completely suck, sorry! :C

Something landed on his head and for a moment, he thought it was that Thing of Warmth and Comfort. But it was no such thing, it was not a tongue that caressed the crown of his little head and soothed him. It was something else, something so foreign to him that he didn't know how to respond to it even when the smell of something else came to him. But his interest in that scent overtook all over things soon enough, even when his siblings were crawling about. With his head bobbing, Pasha squeaked once in frustration when he could not entirely ascertain where that scent was directly coming from, or why. He wanted to investigate it closer, yet could not get his little meat hat to shift somewhere else.