Stavanger Bay (fall in, fall out, fall along)

As Amayo laughs, Qilaq’s nose wrinkles and turns in to receive the grooming and tickles all the same. Her limbs kick out a little and she goes through her own fit of laughter, burying her nose down between them to ward her off. It is when a kiss is planted upon her snout that she begins to relax again, twisting her head to peer up at her mother. Her ears prop forward, eagerly listening to the question with her own inquisitive look. She breaks her gaze away when she realizes she hasn’t given it much thought, looking at the roundness of her belly and her swollen underside. Qilaq swings her nose back up, staring upon her face as she awaits the answer.