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What her mother assumed to be curiosity was, in Sesi's case, a deep-seated suspicion with a healthy sprinkle of dismay. A new face had appeared at the mouth of the den, carrying some second unknown thing in its mouth. It smelled divine, but Sesi was not going to be let herself be fooled. The silvery girl looked on from her hiding place behind in the darkness, watching Desna fling herself towards the beastly intruder without any thought for her own safety - a habit that flabbergasted her sister, who approached every new thing as though it had the capacity to kill her. The dark pup was biting the foreign wolf, welcoming all sorts of fluff and grossness into her mouth.

Sesi felt a the swell of nausea seize her belly, and before she could do anything about it, a stream of milky vomit splattered onto the floor, soaking her mother's white tail.