A new generation
09-26-2014, 09:14 PM
The smallest of the litter would be born last. The third and final pup, he was technically the runt, but with time he would grow up as healthy as his siblings. Thankfully there wasn't much competition getting to his mother's milk, three wasn't quite a crowd... it was still hard to reach the woman who he instinctively knew would be his greatest protector. He didn't know much at all past that - there were faint noises around him, and he squeezed between two little bodies that were squirming and he sort of felt connected to, and he would grunt as he wriggled his tiny, tiny nose and sneezed as he tried to smell them. That was enough to take the energy out of him, but he would reach his mother and drink; only to fall asleep soon after. ooc: i am so bad at these i swear - i am so sorry lmao |
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