Felix cracks a grin at that, and a brief giggle escapes before he can stop himself.

The other cub teeters the last few inches to his hands. Felix cups them together; as the cub leans in to sniff his fingertips, it overbalances and flails with its front legs to catch onto something.

That something turns out to be Felix's fingers.

Oblivious to the way Felix's eyes widen, it props its paws more solidly against him and begins a thorough exploration, wet nose tickling his palms.