bout to get fruit punched

They were allowed to explore the pack lands with increasing freedom, and while some of her siblings took to it quickly, Lore was... slower. More careful. All of her actions were carefully gauged to cause the least fuss. Every paw print, every blink, every noise was calculated. She didn't find herself doing it consciously, it was simply her way of doing things. All of the other puppies had flooded out of the den and off to different corners of the orchard, but she found herself mulling over a particularly tall log after the flurry of activity dissipated. It was very large and it was the first thing in the natural world that really made her feel quite small. Lore scrambled on to her back legs to paw at it, try and get a better feel for it, but her paw went straight through rotten wood and she feel into the hole it left behind. Her jaw hit the ragged edge of the wood with a click and she felt something bitter bloom on her tongue as her teeth clacked close over it. She began scrambling wildly, half in and half out of the hole she'd made in the log, her rapid, frightened breathing filling the space inside until it was all she heard.