Nova Peak merrily, merrily, merilly, merilly.

Whit busily shoved at the brush with his nose, trying to cover up the bone. Each time he did, the grasses popped back to where they were, held tightly down by the roots he had failed to dislodge before trying to lay the grass upon his treasure like a blanket. Still, he worked at it, over and over again brushing. There was not much to be said about his physical prowess, nor of his mental skill or... anything, really. But he was determined - that much could not be denied.

As his Aunt stepped over to join him, the chubby pup paused and looked up at her, canting his head to one side as she spoke. His gaze trailed down her forearms to watch as she began to dig, his head again tilting back and forth, one way then the other. When she stepped back to reveal the hole she had made, he continued to sit there and stare at it stupidly. With a glance up at her, he saw her expectant face and grew even more confused. But! She clearly wanted him to do something, and though the dots weren't connecting to where they needed to go, they did go.. somewhere.

Bouncing to all fours, the boy waddled over to the hole and hopped in himself. He spun in about 3.5 circles before he paused, looked up at Kaskara with a happy smile, then proceeded to roll about vigorously.