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She enjoyed the feel of the object against her tiny jaws, against her gums that had been aching only days before. New teeth had finally erupted forth, perhaps this day or the one before— little Emaleth was unable to mark time— but they were not yet more than tiny nubs. As she chewed, happy to share with Deirdre, small rivers of blood mixed with drool made their way down the velveteen antlers. Emaleth remained oblivious to this, only knowing that the pressure upon her gums felt pleasant, and her tail wagged contentedly behind her as the white creature tasted the object as well.