Sun Mote Copse The father that taught me

Phox was very obliging, giving Alyx easy access to the inside of his mouth, which she sniffed with such vigour that you'd swear there was a line of cocaine hiding out on his tongue. His dental topography was fascinating, from the skim of who-knows-what on his undulating tongue to the plaque and bits of meat trapped between the teeth themselves. Rank carnivore breath interested Alyx for longer than anything as she practically tried to show her face into his throat to sniff, but then she got bored, as all pups do, and turned back to the meat slurry on the floor with a hmph.

Only this time, Primrose was in the way. Alyx first toddled past him, much more focused on eating more than on her brother, but once she'd swallowed down some more meat, she thought of him and sought him out. Thanks to how bright his fur was, he wasn't hard to find. With a mouthful of chewed up food, she scampered toward her brother and drooled meat out all over his flank, which she then smeared with her face, because obviously he was hungry and needed her help, right?