obligatory congratulations

As Banshee peeked her head into the room the scent of milk, musk, and herbs filled her nose. Baby blue eyes were narrowed as she strained to see into the dark chambers. Slowly the girl pressed in further as Belle spoke up. With the invitation inside Banshee moved slowly towards the mass of life. She took in the sight of her aunt nursing the new pups and couldn't help be to struck with a tiny pang of joy. There was something about newborn pups that brought forth a flutter within her heart. They were so pure and new. There were no annoying words coming from them or threats. Merely simple mews and cries for more milk and love. Though, of course angsty Banshee would never admit such a feeling.

After a few strides the growing pup stopped about two tail lengths away to provide ample space between them. She didn't want to scare any of the pups or intrude on anything. Banshee raised her head as those fierce Klein eyes settled upon Belle's own violet optics. "What are their names?" She was always fascinated by the idea of naming pups. One day she hoped to have the chance to do such a thing. Naming a pup was a way of setting them up for victory. A creative and fun way to make a true imprint onto the world.

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