Nova Peak before i tumble homeward.

His toe-gnawing seemed to do the trick as soon enough, Bazi laid down beside him and gave up the nips. Greedily, Whittier tucked on in for a meal he was likely getting too old to have. The problem really wasn't that the boy didn't like meat - he liked it just fine. The problem was he liked all forms of sustenance, meat and milk alike. It would be up to his parents to cut him off from Bazi's exhausted milk duds, unless his siblings took up bullying him for doing something so baby-ish as continuing to nurse well into his adolescence. All of those eventualities seemed far off as Whittier drank up his fill, snuggled as closely to his mother's side as he was physically able, and drifted off to sleep.