Sawtooth Spire ding, ding, we have a winner

He continued to scoot himself along her leg, nose touching it every so often to investigate. Things were uneventful up until he got to the pads of her feet, which had a different texture. He sniffed at them, soft nose touching rough toes. His sense of touch was very much alive and well. He continued to nose her pads and toes, digging into the crevices with his pugged muzzle. One of her longer hairs stuck into his nose, and he sneezed. There, his fun ended, as he began to wail again, crying out for help. The sneeze had been unpleasant, convulsing his whole body. Delicate front paws attempted to swish across his own muzzle out of pure instinct, though his lack of mobility once again proved a hinderance to clearing the tickle from his nose. Mal sneezed again, more violently this time.