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

Whit gave a little rumble of a growl as frustration began to overcome him. He knew his prize was there somewhere, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out where. He felt his mother lean down to point him in the right direction and he squeaked appreciatively before swinging his arms like windmills to propel him forward.

With his mouth gaping and pink tongue waggling, he tasted the air for the scent of his bone. It was so close now, he could almost feel it. Well, he actually could literally feel it as it had just pulled himself right up on top of it. He stopped and swung his head about, sniffling and sniffling until finally he pointed his muzzle towards the floor and bumped his face right into the bone's knobby edge. With a squeak of pleasure, he threw his jaws around it and began to suckle greedily, his tail wagging excitedly as the unusual but pleasant flavor filled his mouth.