Lost Creek Hollow To the project

One of her fellow potatoes was a great noisy lump of a brute, something that the girl didn't much notice or mind until the kid's racket started vibrating through Mommy's belly and the ground underneath her as he kept squalling and kicking up a fuss from right beside her. Ugh. The female pup squinched up her face in irritation, though she was too busy nursing now to make more than a token muffled protest of her own. Fortunately, though it took all too long and seemed by then to have permanently creased the young girl's brow, her brother did finally shut up, get some hasty nursing in, and then go the hell to sleep. She fumblingly reached out with her one white paw to give the brat a clumsy thump in order to ensure he'd stay quiet and still now. (At least, in her head that was guaranteed to be how this thing would work.) Stupid brothers.

Then the other one disturbed her with some noisy vibrations of his own. Rrrrooowwwllll, said the baby girl crossly, as she tried to turn and find him and give him a fumbling warning tap as well. Smothered in the thicket of fur that was Treason's tail however, and facing entirely the wrong direction, while the girl thought she'd felt one hind foot connect with the correct invisible lump her efforts to bring her forefeet around into play somehow only managed to scoot her halfway around before flipping her upside down entirely. How did these darned accursed limb things work anyway. She paddled ineptly at the air and started in on her own complaints for a moment. Then her tiny brain was distracted by the wafting scent of something new... someone different. There was blood and meat and the musky scent of a big foreign male from somewhere off thattaway— the girl's protests turned to more interrogative noises from somewhere deeper in her throat.

Hhhuurowrow mrrawwwr? she asked of no one in particular, and made some vague attempts to reach out and poke at the stranger through the muffling Treasontail fur coat that was trying to eat her limbs, to find out what he felt like and what he was doing 'round these parts. Maybe she'd get lucky and find that he was bringing another milk bar into town, one she wouldn't have to share with these other graceless male hummocks of fur crowding in on her territory here at Mom's belly. Maybe if she could just stretch her legs far enough and escape the confines of this big fuzzy tail here she could find out for herself. Experimentally the girl tried mouthing the big fluffy obstacle that was smothering her movements, to see if maybe that would make it disappear. Or perhaps it too might have some milk hidden inside it, who knew?