Nova Peak merrily, merrily, merilly, merilly.

Kaskara watched her nephew shake, dirt flying from him in every direction, and then wondered if he would stop. Whittier wasn't the brightest tool in the shed, but then again he was only a puppy, and she hadn't instructed him to stop. When he fell backward onto his bum, Kas chuckled and smiled at him, her heart swelling with love. She stepped forward and kissed the top of his head. "Oh, Whit, that was very good!" She then nudged him to follow her and moved into the shade of their little grove, inviting him to cuddle. They both deserved a well-earned nap.