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The tiny red thing had found a form of peace, nestled closely to her mother’s stomach and warmed by the gentle rising and falling of the bodies around her. All had quieted in their lives, for at least a moment. Piper Redleaf was alive. Alongside her were the forms of two sweet little bundles; one dark, the other a dusty tan. Of course, the little girl could not see her siblings. She did not even know their scent from the others in the den. Each time she jerked her little body or scrambled with her paws, she would feel them. Then again, the Redleaf pups had been together for some time already. They had been growing and shaping, and it was only in the new moments that they would truly learn of each other.
 
Piper and her siblings had some time before they truly would know anything or anyone other than the warmth of their mother and the persistent little paws of each other. With that sentiment in mind, the reddish whelp parted her mouth and released a surprised screech at the touch of her brother Lucas. Perturbed that she might have been stirred from her much-needed sleep, the girl wobbled in place a bit before ceasing her movement and burying her head in the fur of Laurel’s belly. Boys were already shaping up to be a handful.