Stavanger Bay Pop music 101

Some minor powerplay here, let me know if it's not cool!

His exploration took an extremely long time. Thistle Cloud held admirably still for the entirety of it, from the moment Kevlyn's nose softly bumped hers to the moment he clambered over her snout like some sort of obnoxious insect. He slid down the other side of her snout, landing on the floor with a squeak and muffled whining, but deemed his exploration complete and lost interest.

Now he began to worm his way back toward Julooke, as though Thistle Cloud had never been there at all. One might call him ungrateful for the visit and in truth he was. He simply couldn't comprehend the concept of politeness or spare even the tiniest thought for the being in the doorway, for the tiniest thought was his only thought and it was currently preoccupied with finding food. Still, although he was being clearly rude, Thistle Cloud's scent would live in his memory until the day he met her on more intelligent terms.