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The sheepdog tilted her head in confusion when Titmouse made a feeble gesture toward asking Koi to stay with him — and though she would have insisted that she’d do anything to see him happy and hale, it became evident that anything did not include this. Maternal instinct told her that her baby hungered, and if this baby hungered, so might the other three. She was helpless before the biological pull that told her so, and so, with an apologetic flattening of her tufted ears and a full body wriggle as she shook out her fur, she kissed Mou’s cheek and picked up her puppy.

“Huroro,” she breathed solemnly. She would come back to visit him tomorrow, but for now, she turned on a feathered heel and made her way back to the Labyrinth.