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Zaria noticed that the balls of fluff were starting to become a bit more mobile. Luckily she had secured the den for that, having a little latch a pup couldn't really climb over before it was more mobile on four paws. Zaria let them scramble around the den, not really too bothered where they were going. Her green eyes following one of the twins. She forgot if this was the first born or the other. They still didn't have names. She would let Fitz decide on those, she remembered he had some ritual about it. That was when she got her new name.

The pup flopped down and a snort came from her nose, probably one of the first noises that indicated slight, very slight, amusement. The mother looked skeptically at the potato. Not even sure what to do with these things. She placed her head down and nosed over him. What a loser, not even able to get to his feet. Hmpf. She snorted some hot air over him, maybe to tease him, maybe to seek some interaction with her own boredom.