Dragoncrest Cliffs Country roads, take me home.

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Portia reacted, arching over her babes to investigate the source of her only son's complaining. The boy felt himself bumped closer to her side, a gesture that flooded his tiny body with what he knew to be relief, and he was swift to set about suckling greedily from the nearest source of his mother's milk.

He drank deep, the comfort of fullness and the security of his dam's closeness easing the initial fear that accompanied discovery of his newest sense, and Dacio's cries softened considerably. Cooing, the peppered pup lifted his head to peer up into the fuzzy features of his most beloved parent, awkwardly blinking his uncoordinated stormy blue eyes in attempt to better focus on her.



A voice spoke to him and although his ears could not yet make sense of her words, Portia's was a tone he'd been familiar with since the womb. He uttered a soft "mrrr," in response, and wiggled his tiny tail in acknowledgement.