Sawtooth Spire ding, ding, we have a winner

Tonravik watched as he probed at her paw; his touch was gentle and like a feather, causing her to feel tickled. Not liking the feeling, she thought she might draw him backward when he began to sneeze and wail. The mother grimaced and first licked his body before he sneezed violently this time, causing her to withdraw sharply. Tonravik scooted him around and dragged her tongue across his face to rid his button nose of mucus.