Nova Peak merrily, merrily, merilly, merilly.

Whittier toddled happily after Kaskara, totally oblivious to the fact that he was covered in filth. Left up to him, he would soon be snuggling against his Aunt, dirt and all. He was not a creature overly aware of his cleanliness. Hopefully that would come as he grew older. It was one thing to be fat, that was totally fine. It was another to be fat and gross.

Whit paused when his Aunt did, peering up at her with curious eyes. She instructed him to shake and then showed him how. She looked silly and so he began to wag his tail and grin. The nod was his cue and he began to mimic her with all of his might, sending bits of dirt flying in every direction. And since he had no idea what he was even doing it for, he went ahead and kept on shaking until he stumbled backwards and plopped onto his bum, his head spinning. He shut his eyes and shook his head, his gaze imploring when he again set it upon his Aunt's face, now very much ready for his very well-earned nap.