Hideaway Strath there's a spark in your heart, that's all you need

For Thyme this was all the encouragement he needed when his brother squeaked for him. He pushed himself to his legs and bounded forward with happy hops and uneven steps. He was getting there. The blob smelled a bit like his father, but different. Thyme got to the male's paws and tried to climb over them. It was rather though but he wanted to be where Turmeric was. He peeped in excitement when he managed to climb over the leg and join his brother. 

Only the young child was then distracted by the big and fluffy neck. He wanted to explore the man up closer and stepped towards his chest. He popped his front paws on it and moved his nose through his fur. It was very different than from his father or mother. Thyme, as all kids would do, tried to bite into it, exploring with all his senses. He was trying to grab small strands of fur.