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The little two-toned girl snailed along until she bumped into one of the two lookalikes (the boy). She quickly changed course, playing bumper cars with another of her brothers. Raven wanted to watch how the scene further unfolded, yet Oriole hadn't taken kindly to his sister's bump. What started out as little whimpers quickly escalated into full-blown wailing.

Quickly, the she-wolf reached out and grasped his tiny bean of a body in her mouth, her teeth gentle as she hoisted him into the air and then pushed him next to her flank. She curled slightly, her tongue passing over his back even as she urged him toward a nipple. Whether or not he was hungry, nursing tended to soothe the babies. This much she had already learned in these precious few days.

Once he latched on and settled down to feed between his other brother and sisters, Raven returned her attention to the would-be Orca and Phox, mouth curling into a smile as she watched them come together in a sort of kiss, which didn't seem to be to his tastes judging by how he flailed.