Where... was he? Where was his mother? Little paws flailed, but instead of pressing into the warmth of his mother's stomach, his tiny puppy claws snagged vegetation. His ears already unfolded, the boy struggled to open his eyes, sealed shut as they were. But he was old enough now: they opened, though his vision was blurry. Just as blurry as they were when he first opened them, maybe days before. He couldn't focus, couldn't - nose twitching, he inhaled deeply. Milk. He smelled... milk. A cry coming from his jaws, he tried to walk, only to fall over. Another cry left his lips, one of frustration: why wasn't his mommy here? Little did he know that he'd soon get a new mommy.

ooc. whoo, crappy first post Dx

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Marina was happy, content with her little babies. They were beautiful, her little daughters, and she couldn't be happier with them. Kaitlyn, Zephyr, and Nixie. Her little angels. But something called to her, hearing it just outside the den. It was the cry of another baby. Marina would blink, ears perking as she strained her ears. There it was again. It was another baby! Her heart would clench in her chest. She would glance at her three daughters. Surely they could be okay for but a moment, right? The rainbow beast would rise, giving her babies each a lick on the head before popping her head outside the den. That was when she saw him. An abandoned child, the scent of a mother cold. Marina would feel her heart clench as she padded towards the boy. She would lean over the little one, cooing softly. "Shhh, babu it's alright." She would gently grasp his scruff in her jaws, carrying him back to den. She would set him down next to her daughters, his new sisters. Marina had no trouble at all in adopting the little one. He couldn't be left alone! She would gently lick his head a couple times, trying to warm him up as she nudged him to her side. "Shh babu... time to eat. Shhh." ""

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The scent of milk intensified, and scrambled to his paws, staggering towards the scent, blurry eyes catching a shape and some colors. He fell again, and this time he sat there, he felt with an unconscious puppy confidence that this woman was not his mother, but was good. Teeth snagged his scruff; he felt himself curl as he was carried and pressed against other warm bodies. He was bigger than them, but oh, they were so warm! He wiggled against them, tiny tail beating as his head was licked and he nuzzled into the warmth of her belly, mouth open to latch onto a teat to do just as she said: eat.

-exit via eating? -

ooc. puppy posts are hard whoops.

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