Sleeping Dragon No sleep in Toronto

Rey was pretty dedicated to this wriggling malarkey, though when Thuringwethil moved away she fell still, disappointed. Hm. She'd have to go and find some siblings to get touchy with instead. So she set out on adventure. But although she had many, many skills (all of them wriggling), none of those skills involved walking — or holding up her head properly. So she only made it about an inch, but by then Thuringwethil was back. With a new thing. A new wolf. A new nose! The nose booped her, and after being frozen with curiosity for a few seconds, Rey proceeded to squiggle gleefully. A new nose!