Jade Fern Grove Sing along

Kieran praised his attempts at victory, spurring Whittier to try even harder. As a chubby pup, he usually tended to not have the energy his siblings could boast. Had he not been so into the game, the boy would likely have lost his momentum a while ago and plopped down onto the ground, panting, hungry, grumpy, and whining for a nap. Something about the move to the Grove had spurred the curiosity and playfulness in him. Maybe something about being pushed past his limits had actually broken them. Or maybe they were just a lot further away than he had ever let on.

In any case, Whit gnawed on his Uncle's paw once he had it in his jaws. Not enough to break the skin, of course, but still enough to be fun for him. He held on tighter when Kieran tried to pull away, but a touch between his shoulder blades caused his to release his hold, whirl about, and bite at the offending nose with another laugh.