Northstar Vale not with a bang, but with a whimper

His buzzing done, the boy rooted closer to his father, opening his mouth to gum experimentally on a piece of him. Committing the scent of him, of the outside, of the cold wind and coming spring to his greedy memory.

After a moment, a piece of fur tickled his tiny nose a bit too much. Sable stopped breathing, holding his breath as his chest expanded, then let out the babiest of sneezes, though quieted.