Oh where oh where has my little dog gone

Now that the brats were mobile enough to just leave with baby sitters, Justice was on the hunt.... for justice.

Which was to say, she was put tracking down the baby daddy so she could beat the snot out of the oversexed asshole who managed to knock her up when she wasn't in heat. WHO it was was obvious - not because she hadn't had other sexual partners, but because of the weird fucking little pig tusks that two of the babies had sprouted that were a dead ringer for the bucktoothed bastard on the waterfall.

She didn't have the time or the energy to go all the way back to the falls to see if he was there, and besides the last she'd seen him was at Jupiter's little soiree on the beach, so there was no assuming that he was any particular place. So instead she made her way to a spot somewhere generally between those two spots and lifted her muzzle in a ringing howl that carried far and basically translated to "I'm looking for that fucker with the tusks and if he doesn't show up fast he is getting castrated." But, you know, polite. Ish.