The Sentinels this time i meant it

Anyone is welcome! Future dated for 06/09

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The DiSarinno clan had reached that age where they should've been in the transitioning period of milk and meat. Problem was that meat was not coming into their home with any sort of regularity...and there were times when Osprey struggled to offer them milk. Wraen abstained when the relentless hunger of her littermates prompted them to cry out with frustration at their Mother's teat. Oftentimes the youngest pup would permit herself to be bullied away from her nursing spot when the other mammary glands ran dry. She'd pretend like it didn't bother her; she turned away and shuffled off while feigning satisfaction.
 
Truth be told she was starving. In every literal sense. Her stubby forearms trembled as the exertion of coming outside depleted her small reservoirs of energy. Eyes that had not yet shown their true colors turned upward toward the sky and watched a bird as it dipped and twisted lazily to the abstract melody of her grumbling tummy. Hungry she thought gloomily to herself as she rested her thin body on the cool soil of her den's play yard.