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

Whit had no idea what his mother was so excited about, nor was he really aware that she even was excited. All he really knew was that there was a thing in this den and he wanted his mouth on it (don't be gross, people). Unaware that he was responding to his mother's encouragement, Whit scrambled eagerly forward to explore the owner of that tantalizing scent.

Though his hustle was admirable, his aim was not quite so much. Blinking at this bleary world of light and dark, but mostly dark, Whit spun his head from one side to the next, sniffling at the air to try and find the bone he so desperately sought. His wriggling had actually brought him quite close to the bone, however he'd ended up woefully east of where he should have been, and it was in that same direction he still leaned now as he tasted the air with his nose and tongue. A turn of his head to the left would have set him again on the right path, but he hadn't quite figured that out yet - instead lifting his right paw to reach out at the nothingness just before him so that he could get mad at how it was empty air instead of being his goddamn bone.