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Tomahawk's gentle scoot was met with an indignant squawk. She found herself pushed against her siblings, who whimpered and mewled. She didn't hear it, though she felt them beside her. Huffing, the young coyote rose onto her wobbly legs, her head thrust forward. She appeared to leer at her mother's backside, especially with her partially opened eyes. Regipre stood like that a long moment, gathering her bearings, then shook her head as if bothered by a pesky fly.

As if to exact revenge on the mother who kept trying to thwart her, she squatted abruptly and urinated. It was only a small amount—she had voided her bladder just moments ago, after all—but the instant the flow stopped, she took a bumbling step backward and promptly sat in the warm yellow puddle.