Hideaway Strath You are the best that has ever happened to me

Thyme was still a fat ball on legs. Luckily for him, a more stable ball on legs. He looked up when his mommy got up. He sat up curiously looking at her. Sometimes she went away for a little while, but she had always returned. He still would try to follow her though. Only when she told him to stay pup he did. Plus normally if she would go his daddy would be around. Thyme squeaked when he wasn't yet nipped or told to stay. He had a clumsy hop after his mother. The sun falling on his pale agouti fur, showing off the pattern that was diluted. 

Momma was fast. "Maaaa," he sqeaked. When she yipped he was eager to catch up with her. Even with his puppy vision she was easy to follow, a more defined blob of white. Especially when she was close to him she could see her white fur in better detail. He mostly liked her warm tongue though, and the food she gave them. He still preferred the food from her belly than form her maw. His tail wagged behind him. When he would see any of his siblings he would pounce on them. Really in the mood to bite some ears. Those of his mom were easier to bite though, since they were bigger.