antrozous

Her efforts were futile, but she persisted despite that. Her will was mighty, and her desire for sleep was great. He quieted some, but was still noisy enough to tear her dreams of a nap asunder. The mother let out a groan as she opened one eye to look for the restive creature, who had just begun to prod at her lip, and then her nose. As he poked at the sensitive nostril, a great tickle overcame her... and then she turned her head aside to let out a mighty sneeze. Tonravik then looked back to her son, tongue dragging over her own nose to remove whatever might remain there. She turned her face some, so he would not go for her nose again (having not enjoyed that herself).