Redhawk Caldera Bones in the soil, rust in the oil

Whip landed on the bridge of his father's muzzle with a soft flop, limbs splaying in all directions. His single, squinted eye quickly snapped shut and a faint "oof!" passed the pup's lips. For a moment, the pup sat stunned; eye slowly reopening to get a closer look at the blurry shadow that he knew to be his father.  

The pup could not sit still for long. Driven by a strong sense of curiosity, Whip's tiny limbs began to move as he attempted to crawl higher on his daddy's face, but his limbs were never granted purchase. Whip remained stationary - stuck on the bridge of his father's muzzle - despite the constant derpy peddling of his legs.