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Whittier was actually quite pleased with their new home amongst the ferns. He couldn't have said what it was exactly that he liked so much about the forest for he had never really considered the why of it. Something about it just seemed... homey. He felt safe here, and the ferns themselves were a lot of fun for him to play in. Partner that with the fact that he still had his snuggly sleepy buddies and he continued to be well-fed, and he couldn't have even figured out what he didn't like about the place.

Unfortunately, this was not so for his beloved mother. Truth be told, Whittier had no idea she was discontent. He adored the crap out of her but he had yet to fully grasp the concept of empathy. So, as he waddled contentedly in his mother's wake, he was unaware that she was far less pleased than he was. Traipsing across the borders and peeing on stuff was actually a rather fun game to him, and so he was pretty distracted doing just that. Bazi's question pulled his attention away from his play, though, and he fixed her with a curious gaze.

"When I grow up?" he asked, confusion evident in his inflection, "I'm gonna be Whitty, right?" He didn't quite understand what she was trying to say. Was he going to change somehow when he grew up?