Moonspear pinik ⊍

Deaf to Pauk’s wails, they wriggled across the den floor until they reached a paw. Its general shape was quite familiar, though Pie had never yet made this one’s acquaintance. Their little tail jerked as their nose skimmed over each digit, sniffling and snuffling with utmost curiosity and delight.

A nose descended, another customary and welcome sensation. Treepie turned their attention to the new arrival’s snout, giving a little joyous cry when her breath gusted over them. These scents were not only far more numerous, they were richer and made the babe’s mouth water.

As their excitement grew, they reached up a little fist to paw at their grandmother’s muzzle. It caught on the soft flap of her upper lip seconds before a whisker tickled their forehead, eliciting a second ululation.