Arrow Lake It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

The feeling of plush baby fuzz on his tongue was foreign, and he reacted by screwing up his face and snorting with a stallion's vigour. With several uncoordinated movements, the cub managed to remove his arm from his mouth just in time for Vercingetorix to reach out and touch him. Where Aure's nose had been soft and ticklish, Vercingetorix's was broad and chilly.

The babe flinched away, but in the process, reached out the uncalloused pink pads of his paws to wrap them endearingly around his father's square muzzle. For the time being he didn't retreat into the various realities of his mind; he cooed contently, then pulled his head forward as best he could and began to gum sloppily on Vercingetorix's whiskered snout.