Nova Peak merrily, merrily, merilly, merilly.

Kaskara heard his scrambling paws as he tried to catch up. When he did, Whit was carrying the rib bone securely in his jaws, both it and he covered in specks of dirt and debris. Kas laughed warmly, nudging his head softly as they continued toward the den. They arrived in the clearing and Kaskara plopped down outside of it, under the shade, and motioned for him to come closer.

Whittier needed a deep cleaning before she'd let him go back into the den. Bazi wouldn't appreciate her dirty son flinging dirt everywhere. "Okay, Whit...Shake!" She mimed the action by shaking her head and shoulders, sending bits of dirt everywhere. Then she stopped and looked at her nephew, encouraging him with a nod.