Blacktail Deer Plateau sugar lime blue

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Although she was proud of herself and, moreover, Blue Willow seemed proud of her too, Osprey Jr. didn't actually realize she was saying particular words, nor did she have any understanding of their meaning. To her, they were merely noises and fun ones at that. She enjoyed this game of copying one another, though as with all games, little Osprey eventually grew bored of it.

"Pbbbbbt," was her final contribution to the gobbledygook conversation before she abruptly turned away and padded over to her mother. She slumped wearily against Hawkeye's leg, staring back at Blue Willow, then tipped her head up toward her mother's chin. She reared up and tried to nibble it, an instinctive way of begging for regurgitated meat. Her mother had nothing to offer, however, and pushed the puppy back into the center of the proverbial playpen.

With a quiet huff, she sprawled right in the center of the grassy area, her eyes wandering from the adults to the rest of the pups piled a few feet away. Her chin sank to her paws and she kept her blue eyes open for a few minutes before weariness stealthily crept over her. Osprey Jr.'s entire body relaxed and she rolled onto her side, then slowly but surely flopped onto her back, as was her preferred sleeping position. She then went totally limp, her legs sticking out at awkward angles and the tufts of white fur beneath each exposed to the world.