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The larger puppy moved in to greet him, her nose tracing the tips of his downy fur as she sniffed at him. Dacio's rear wiggled happily, out of his control, as he whined with the anticipation of making a few friend out with the bores that were his litter-mates.

Bat pulled away from him then, stepping backward to look down at him, and his big blue eyes blinked up at her. She asked him a question that resulted in the curious can't of his darkened muzzle, the word "brofer" prompting recognition to further brighten his features. He was someone's brother, he knew, more specifically that of Sequoia and Opalia! The crimson adult interrupted then, speaking first to her child before addressing Dacio himself, which stirred his fuzzy tail once more.

He crooned to Wildfire, who poked her snout against his side. Tongue poking between his lips, he arched toward her to plant a series of slobbery kisses on her scarlet brow.