Dragoncrest Cliffs you'll find me instead of the sun

Tux had noticed how cramped the whelping den had become, and hoo boy was he getting sick of it.  He was FAT and he was FLUFFY and the high temperatures as of late were making him VERY HOT.  The shared body heat was becoming too much for the little child.  As he realized they would not be coming back to their little log he grabbed the weathered and marrow-dry bone, head held high in the air as he shed the location without a hint of nostalgia.

As Kiwi's baby teeth found the air in front of him he dropped his bone and waddled after her, and then sprinted back for his bone.  It was abandoned (again) when he saw Ette and a new boy, and delightedly he ran after them, play-bowing like Artaax had shown him.