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The darker pup enjoyed the ticklish sensation as Ty licked her face clean, whimpering when it ended suddenly. A whoosh of air and the familiar scent of their mother, their food source, explained it. Like moths drawn to a flame, both dark girls shuffled toward Hawkeye as she stretched out on the den floor.

En route, Osprey Jr. bumped into one of those smaller blobs—and clambered right up and over it. Seconds later, her face mashed into her mother's belly. Osprey wasn't even hungry, so even though she momentarily latched onto a teat, she let go a moment later and began to nose the air, questing for Tytonidae's familiar scent and form again.