Stone Circle Little Toes, Little Nose

you're all good danni! <3

No biting, he says! Preposterous!
Possibly even more so was the fact that she had been scruffed and scooped up into the air! She thrashes with all her little ancient-Nordic might, lips curled back in a high-pitched yell: RAH!
But her tantrum could not go on forever. Tantrums took energy, and when she'd put down and the warm press of her daddy's tongue finds her nape, suddenly, she found herself exhausted.
Eepy, she mumbles, stubby paws dragging a pudgy body across the den floor in the direction of the mush. She examines suspiciously, with groggy eyes and a smushed face. Ujurak seems to like it — Sven, too! They look at her expectantly.
She swivels to her papa in search of assurance, confirmation; and then, finally, she dips her muzzle down to take a bite. It's slimy and lukewarm, but it tastes better than she thought it would.
Her ears pin back in an expression of shame before she promptly flops onto her side, yawns, and licks at the chunks that cling to her paws.