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Two small heads, one dark and the other lighter, popped out of the den's mouth and Junior grinned, her forepaws thumping on the ground. The two little boys demanded to know what was wrong with sleeping. The one called Tveir also said something she couldn't understand. Junior's head cocked and she grinned questioningly, her black tail waving slowly behind her.

"Sleeping is for squares!" she announced, springing toward the other pups. She was over three months old and they were scarcely older than a month, which meant she had a decided size advantage. Looking down at them gave her a sense of power and (although she didn't know the word for it) responsibility. "Come on, let's go on a venture!"

She nudged first Ein, then Tveir, and spun on her heel to lead them away from the den's mouth. Then she stopped abruptly. "Oh." Turning her head, she asked them, "What's your names again? I'm Junior." The pup spoke in a chipper voice, then paused and added slyly, "Your new leader!"