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It took him a little longer to hoist himself to his feet thanks to his rotund belly and his flower-drunk stupor both, but Piper's cold nose on his cheek did rouse him. Rocking back and forth, Lucas rolled slowly over and then hopped up, tail whirling. He took a moment to shake out his thick furs, sending pollen flying and inviting forth two sneezes. Blinking dozily in the aftermath, the cinereous boy followed after his sister.

Finding food was something of a skill. Lucas could smell it easily under the musty scents of dirt and grass. This was born of his love for it—if there was food nearby, you could bet your bottom dollar Lucas would be able to find it. He joined Piper in sniffing around for the cache and when it was found, he began tapping his paws excitedly on the tamped earth. "Here!" he called, though no doubt Piper's own keen nose had already led her to it. Hunching his broad shoulders, the chubby pup began to scoop pawfuls of earth away from the pup's cache.