Blacktail Deer Plateau this is how we roll

This is meant for @Tytonidae and @Saēna primarily but any of the parents are welcome too. :)

Three or four days passed (not that lil' Osprey could tell time) in a blur of milk and naps. Then something rather disruptive happened: there was a flurry of movement in the den and, all of a sudden, there were three blobs alongside her, not just the familiar one. Osprey Jr. squalled in protest at being shuffled and crowded, though curiosity soon overruled her babyish indignation and she took to sniffing and mouthing these unfamiliar blobs, as well as kneading them with her tiny black toes. Not only did they smell strange and interesting, they were smaller and somehow softer.

With a loud, quizzical whimper, Osprey climbed on top of the smaller one (Saēna) and latched onto one tiny russet flap of an ear. Instinctively, she began to suckle and the motion soothed her, though she unlatched a moment later when no milk came into her mouth. She grunted, then planted a small forepaw in Saēna's face in an attempt to shove her aside.

Within mere hours of being set at the side of a new female, Saēna had forgotten the event had even happened. The chill of the environment on her damp coat, the acrid tang of blood in her stuffy nose, the frigidity of the outside breeze cutting to her core, the bumpy yet disorienting walk to this place... None of it had happened. She was quintessentially a wolf of the present, for she was only capable of acknowledging spaces of time approximately one minute previous.

In this particular one minute interval, something had disturbed her. Saēna was much smaller than the two pups she had been introduced to (and subsequently forgot, re-encountered, and forgot again), partly due to her parentage and partly due to being premature. Pura was larger than she, but smaller than the new blobs. The new blobs were also meaner, jostling her aside with their vigorous movements, whilst she was sluggish and slow in hers. It was easy for the new blobs to take advantage of her... As one did now.

Saēna felt the pressure of another upon her as discomfort, and wailed her disapproval loud and clear. Osprey Jr.'s sucking on her ear only further agitated the squashed premature babe, who wriggled under the bulk of Hawkeye's true-born daughter, completely helpless thanks to her minuscule size and non-existent power. She scarcely even noticed being punched in the face, so upset was she already.

I think Pu-pu belongs in here too.

In his short time outside the womb, Pura had learned a great my lessons.

Size mattered. The squabble for the best teat was relentless. Milk and stress made him fart, and both in equal measures produced something quite out of this world.

Such a moment was upon them, for the younger Osprey - significantly larger and swathed in rolls of soft, fatty armor - had chosen the moment following a long and exhausting drink to pick a fight with Saēna. Pura had no concept of who the second (and tiniest) body was, but whenever she grew agitated, it constricted his heart like a vine. The Virtúte boy squirmed, already quite stressed, and rolled awkwardly on his drum-like belly in the general direction of the dramatic exchange. Tensions were rising between the two girls, who had already exchange bitch-slaps and bites - it was only a matter of time before someone lost their shit.

Then his sister mewled in distress, and that was that.

Pura lost any semblance of control he might have claimed over his gastrointestinal tract. A loud, high-pitched, and very sour fart exited the pup's rump and took to the air - all the air - with gay abandon.

ooc: I am intruding to break up this fight!

Hawkeye sighed. She watched her daughter bully her — well, what she? A step-sister? They'd be cousins if Pied were still alive, but somehow that seemed to impersonal now that the two pups were latched onto her and drinking her milk.

Either way, Hawkeye picked O.J. up and over Ty, having the grey girl sit between the vastly different colors pups that had just been fighting (a.k.a. O.J. beating on Saēna). "No more picking on your sister, Osprey." She delicately mumbled. The dark mother then nudged Saēna forward to get her to drink milk.

All the while, Pura Virtúte was passing gas and causing as much of an uproar as a puppy could. Hawkeye crinkled her nose and then smiled. She licked the top of the grey boy's head

Ty likes farts, apparently.

Ty had become aware of the new competition as well, and she had started to drink more and more than she needed to. The girl often fell asleep still attached to her mother, milk dribbling out of her mouth in a less than flattering fashion. She had done this minutes prior, but a jostling had awoken her. Little Ty squirmed and complained with muffled sounds, having lost her source of food in the commotion.

A rather... interesting smell soon filled the air, and Ty moved toward it with vigor. Her blind face soon crashed right into the offending cousin's butt, and before long she had his tiny tail in her mouth, gumming it unabashedly.

Oblivious to her foster sister's unhappy squalls, Osprey Jr. turned to explore in another direction when she found herself being airlifted rather suddenly. The puppy yipped in surprise, then began pedaling all four of her stumpy legs. When she made contact with the earthen floor again, she fell forward onto her chin with an involuntary oof and then gave an indignant, whimpering bark.

An odor filled the den, one that Osprey recognized by now. She felt another blob—the familiar one this time—beside her and it began to shuffle and vibrate, perhaps in reaction to the scent. Osprey Jr. didn't care much for the rancid smell but she did like the original blob, so she pressed her damp nose against Ty and deigned to scoot after her wherever she went. Current destination: Pura's smelly bum.

Her bawling soon attracted the attention of the Great Puppy Crane, which was quick to swoop down and rescue her from her predicament. Had she been smarter and not so babyish, Saēna might have realized that crying was a really good way to get what she wanted, but she wasn't old enough to take advantage of it. Instead, she fell completely silent as soon as the weight was lifted from her, content to return to her typical routine of lying there and doing absolutely nothing interesting.

She was therefore left out of the Bum Caboose party going on between Osprey and Tytonidae, and was left to experience the unpleasantness of Pura for the umpteenth time by herself. Somehow in the commotion, the spotted girl had found her way onto her back (this suited her well, for she wouldn't have to move), but the choking scent of Pura's flatulence quickly arrested her dismissal of them all. Her nose wriggled vigorously as her head lifted on a floppy neck, seeking out the source of the scent. She always reacted to this one, unaware every single time that the stench was not something fun and new.

Her paws flailed sluggishly through the air and she grunted unattractively, attempting to flip herself over to at last join her cousins and her brother. Ordinarily, she was much too lazy to bother, but that smell was like an adventure all on its own, and Saēna would be damned if she didn't investigate it personally.

Pura didn't know it yet, but his milkshakes (or shaken milk, dispensed in gaseous form) was bringing all the girls to the yard. Hawkeye planted an appreciative kiss on his head, obviously thrilled by the fresh dispensation of gas. The little boy squeaked appreciatively, but his good mood was short-lived - something soft, wet, and weird had attached itself to his stump of a tail. No amount of ineffectual wiggling would shake the attacker! Stressed and desperate after mere seconds of mistreatment, Ty's victim fell sideways and rolled onto his back - the toothless den-mate persevered. He would have to up the ante. In a last ditch attempt to free himself, Pura turned to the only weapon at his disposal that held more sway than farts. There was a furious squawk, some kind of 'hngh!', and then a thin stream of warm, yellow urine arced into the air.

Hit by the smelly, yet pleasantly warm, stream of puppy piss, Ty backpedaled from the situation as fast as her lumpy body would take her. She managed to crash into at least Osprey, as well as whoever else stood in her way. She whimpered and whined and cried, until one of the big beasts took her away and cleaned her thoroughly of the foul liquid.

Now rather content, Ty found her way to the nearest teat and began to drink from it, sure to pass out from all the excitement in no time. That is, provided nobody detached her from Hawkeye in the interim.

Osprey would never know of the sacrifice her sister made for her that day, acting as an unwitting body shield and taking the brunt of Pura's golden shower. All she did know was that Ty suddenly smashed against her, forcing them both to stumble backward. Little Junior barely had time to right herself before Ty was whisked suddenly away, leaving the blacker pup disoriented and alone.

Her mouth opened to wail at this confusing turn of events when a warm set of jaws closed around her midriff, hoisting her into the air and causing nothing but a loud grunt to loose from her lips. In no time, she was back beside Ty, who was incredibly damp and musky. Nonetheless, Osprey whimpered and gummed her sister, happy to be back where she belonged: in the slot beside her.

For a few moments, they drank side-by-side like two young girls at a soda fountain, their little paws flailing and thin tendrils of milk trickling onto her chests. Then Tytonidae eventually unlatched and, as if taking an unseen, unheard cue, Osprey Jr. did the same. She sank to the floor, rolled slowly onto her back and became nothing more than a puddle of sleepy puppy mush.

Somewhere in the excitement, Saēna had gotten lost. She didn't partake in her brother's golden showers, nor the bonding of sisters. In this, she was something of an outcast, and would only continue to become one in days to come. She was the first cub to be picked up by the adults and brought back to the teats, having managed to separate herself from the group, and was already slumbering peacefully when Tytonidae and Osprey Jr. were brought back.

Final post, I think. :)

Big mouths airlifted the other pups to safety, leaving Pura where he was until the wee-wee had stopped flowing. Eventually, he too was cleaned up and dropped next to his wet-nurse - furthest away from her face, just to besure. Saēna was already snoozing in the spot next time, still and quiet. Pura Virtúte drank his fill, burped adorably and fell asleep with his face still pressed against the teat, dribbling milk and spittle like a champion on poor Hawkeye's belly.