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Liffey was quite troubled at that point. She glanced at the older wolves sleeping around them, debating whether or not she wanted to wake someone up for help. Part of her knew it was the right thing to do, but another part was afraid that it was somehow her fault that the puppy had gotten broken. The girl didn't want to get in trouble, not when her pride was still smarting over having tripped her mother during the move.

It was this thought that kept her from crying out when the little bastard caught her nostril with his sharp as hell teeth. She sucked in a sharp breath and held it desperately tight in her throat, her ears and tail tucking tightly against her body. She lifted a paw and nudged it against the pup's head, trying to push him off of her. The pain of his bite and the pull of her nose when the little wretch wouldn't let go unwound her resolve though, and a high-pitched whine began to escape her throat as the tug of war began.