The Sunspire a hundred and five little blades in a line from your skin to mine and i feel it

One of them was being noisy. Specifically, it was One.

Liffey roused from her sleep with a weary few blinks of her eyes. She’d had it in her head to go on PPC for the first month or so of her kids’ lives with the rest of Stevie’s characters, but for some reason, these pups were intriguing enough to keep her around. There was so much newness to them, so much unexpected about them. And Liffey couldn’t help but note it all in that scientific and ever curious way that she did.

And so, she turned her attention to One - Remi, as she’d been dubbed by her parents. The tiniest of them all - the one that had nearly been lost amongst the bedding and debris on the floor of the helping den while her larger siblings had been escaping the womb. The girl was squeaking - not exactly atypical except for the random, abruptness of the sounds. Liffey peered curiously at the girl as sleep seeped out of her eyes and her brain awoke. She reached for the girl and stroked her back with a few soft kicks, hoping it would quiet her so that her other siblings could continue to sleep.