Nova Peak go johnny go go.

Maybe a @Pasha or a @Allure II ? :D

Though only a handful of days old, little Whittier had grown into quite the lumpy potato.  Though perhaps not the biggest of the four Frostfur babies, he was certainly the chubbiest, likely due to the fact that he rarely stopped feasting upon his mom's delicious booby fluids.  He was getting much better at holding it all in now, as well as knowing when he needed to stop.  He wasn't always so good at not ignoring the fact that he needed to stop, however, which is what had landed him in his current predicament.

Were he playing a game of Skyrim, the map would have been rather stalwart in its insistence that little Whit was over-encumbered.  As he unlatched from Bazi's nip, he made to move closer to his mother's elbow as he liked to snuggle there with his nose smushed just beneath her arm against her armpit.  When he began to crawl, it was in slow motion.  Even his arms seemed to be weighed down by his breakfast as they shuffled slowly across the ground.  He'd made it about five and a half inches towards his destination before giving up and rolling against his mother's belly with a belch that was followed quickly by a purr of contentment.  Maybe he'd just rest here for a few minutes before taking up the journey again...