Wheeling Gull Isle Put a big bird in a small cage it'll sing you a song

Movement surprised the little girl, who responded by pulling her head back with a squawk, and waving her blind little face this way and that, trying to smell or touch whatever it was that had just prodded her, squirming against her. It happened again, and this time near one of her paws. She bumped her blunt muzzle against some part of her sister, resting it there simply to feel the warmth and the movement that still puzzled her. Something wet enveloped her foot and began to draw it further toward wetness, clamping down gently every now and again, but she didn't move her foot. It was almost like getting a foot massage- and was somewhat reassuring. 

She felt at peace with her forehead propped against whatever, whoever this was, as they gummed and sucked on her foot, until one of the fine, silky hairs from her sister's pelt tickled the nares of her nose, causing her to reel her head backwards, open her little mouth as wide as possible and draw in a tiny lungful of air- only to expell it with surprising force, and a little bit of spittle too. Puppy sneezes. If only she was aware of how adorable she looked.