Lost Creek Hollow Sterile

For a brief and blessed span, she was convinced she had acquired FREEDOM! The Great Wall of Mom disappeared, and while it was a bit chilly, particularly as Jet squirmed her way free of the cozy pile o' brother, that concern was secondary. Jet had been growing increasingly frustrated by Treason's continuing attempts to thwart the puptatoes' bumbling explorations, and in particular she really rather resented being prevented from giving the regularly-appearing mysterious male's scent a thorough investigative poking. But just as her wobblingly paddling feet seemed to align themselves with her determined will to make good her escape, Jet squeaked in protest as a big white shadow smelling of Mom reappeared and quickly corralled the lot of them once again.

Jet's protesting warblings didn't last long before petering out this time, however, as it crossed her mind dimly that there had been a distinct shadow there, and a change in the ambient light as Mom left and returned and then sprawled right back in her daughter's way. Jet paused a moment to marvel, and tilted her head slowly first this way, then that. She batted curiously at the fluffy mountain of Treason tail that stood in her way once more, gawking at its wavery snowy form, and then reached out to experimentally mouth the thing. She quickly spat it out again. Nope, it still tasted just the same. ...Instead Jet settled for awkwardly batting at it, and then turning to do the same to the nearest convenient brother (@Warlock, as it happened). He was a new and interesting blob to ogle too but Jet had to make sure that despite his newfound appearance he too still felt just the same to her investigative paws.