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With the dust of birth settling about their frail shoulders, the three cubs of Lusca and Saltwinter fell into a sort of tentative truce with one another. They were unused to each other, of course. Tiny Wylla had no interest in her brothers in the early hours of her life, but they were in her way more often than not, especially the larger Lycaon, and she had to jostle with the best of them for purchase on Lusca's bounty. Her grip was often gentle and fleeting, as if she sympathized with the mother whose tenderest of spots was likely already chafed and cracking from the efforts of her newborns. The truth was that she often had to feed quickly, lest one of her brothers roll over on top of her.

But now Wylla was hungry. Her tummy rumbled with an insistence previously known and the child's lips cracked into an upset grimace. She whined and whimpered as she shuffled among the bodies amassed at Lusca's side, blindly seeking a teat whilst attempting to dodge the flailing of Lycaon. In the process she found her way atop the more sickly form of @Ingram, and which of the two was truly smaller was a toss-up. Probably her, in terms of proportions and length, but she was currently bulkier as well. She seemed to bounce in place as she made a grab for Lusca, and in the process her leg slipped and she bopped her poor runty brother in the snout.

She was unapologetic and unaware.