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For a short while, the mottled pup's abandonment was distressing. Any relief at having forced the much larger, menacing entity to leave him alone was quickly squashed by the need to be coddled and protected, and soon he was wailing even louder. If the Betas weren't overwhelmed enough, then he was about to make it harder on them.

Finley's tongue swept across his back. It should've soothed him but by now the babe was so worked up that nothing would truly work. He hiccuped loudly, then spit up a small ball of curdled milk promptly on the den floor from the force of his crying. The smell of it distracted him momentarily so that he stretched his neck out and sniffed at it, but soon his face was screwing up and he was making characteristic sobbing sounds once again.