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As Elwood watched, Clover continued to eat...and eat...and eat. His eyes widened and his brows raised as he commented to Finley, "That one's a good eater." Eventually, though, the pup seemed to finally be sated -- but not for long. Before she could do anything else, a burp erupted from her intestines and she spilled the majority of what she had eaten onto herself and the ground.

With a chuckle, Elwood reached out to began to clean her with his tongue, ignoring the smell and taste of the regurgitated milk. He licked her face first, then her tiny paws, and when he was satisfied that she was clean he withdrew. All the commotion seemed to have drawn the attention of her sibling; the one they called Fiadh was scenting the air, little nostrils wiggling as she "peered" at him curiously. "Hi there," he said, although she couldn't hear him, and offered her his forepaw to investigate.