Redhawk Caldera One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas

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The puppy settled onto her stomach, content to chew on the hoof for a while. Her golden eyes roved upward, flicking between the adults as they continued conversing. She didn't pay much attention, not that she could follow what was being said well at all anyway. It felt good to grind her sharp little teeth against the tough keratin. There was also the rubbery sole, which provided a nice textural contrast. She did her best to gnaw around the sharp, splintered bones protruding from the small stump. She slipped occasionally and they stabbed her gums, which she didn't like at all.

Above her, Peregrine laughed at Sebastian's awkwardness. "Thanks. She is lovely, just like her mother. Have you had a chance to meet my wife yet?" he wondered, idly stretching out a paw to bat at Wildfire's tail. It didn't disrupt her chewing, though her knee-jerk response was to wag it. "Or my bombastic Beta pair?" He didn't even know what that word even meant; he just enjoyed the alliteration.