Blacktail Deer Plateau A sailor went to sea, sea, sea

Sorry for the wait, I'm like one of the few people ever who has massive writer's block when it comes to writing newborn pups. >_>

Their conversation was for their ears alone, both because Saēna's were completely plugged and because she would be unable to comprehend or recall what they had said. Her focus was entirely on the present moment. In this present moment, the girl was gumming her foster father's nail gaily, and in the next present moment, she was being hoisted by her sides into the air.

An unpleasant squeak and squirm unleashed a pop of gas from the babe's rear end as she was settled in front of her biological father. The smell of it, like the smells of all the various wastes produced by babies, was noxious. Her nose wriggled when it surrounded her in a cloud, her head lifting and waggling with interest before settling back down on the den floor.