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Although the sight of her father's face enchanted her, Osprey soon became aware of her rather uncomfortable position. Squawking in response to Ty's nip, then again when Pura's flailing limbs came precariously close to sodomizing her, she rolled onto her side. Pushing herself onto all fours, she grunted and rewarded her cousin's pounding paws with an almost indignant-sounding toot right in the face.

Eventually, Osprey Jr. stood beneath her father again, facing him. She stared in wide-eyed wonder as his mouth opened and stayed open this time, revealing rows of fangs. Little did she know that unheard sounds—loud, rolling laughter at the puppies' antics, particularly Osprey's own flatulence—emanated from those fearsome jaws. Junior could pick up on only the slightest suggestion of her father's laughter, causing her to tip her head endearingly.

Perhaps in response to this, the Alpha male suddenly lowered himself onto his belly. His legs stretched out, one of his forepaws plopping directly in front of her. Osprey Jr. blinked at it, sniffed it, then gazed up at the face, which was much larger now. Boldly, she scuttled toward it, her bottom wriggling as her tiny nose bumped into one ten times its size; her little proboscis nearly fit into one of Peregrine's nostrils.