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Raven straightened, licking her chops quite vigorously to get rid of the acidic juices coating her mouth. She stepped around the pile of mush to stand closer to Eljay, the two of them observing the pups in tandem. Except for the little straggler by the Delta's feet, they threw themselves at the food rather enthusiastically. It was a good sign that they were healthy and would continue to grow at warp speed.

"They really do grow up fast," she mused, having heard the phrase before but never really appreciating the reality until now. "They'll probably tower over us soon," Raven quipped. Both she and Eljay were rather average in size and, for whatever reason—perhaps because they ate like pigs—she assumed they would all get rather large. "I wonder who they'll take after in size, actually." Would they be tall and rangy, like Peregrine? Or stay petite, like Fox? Maybe they'd fall somewhere in the middle? More likely than not, it would be a nice blend of all of the above.