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Just as quickly had Sionnach begun amusing herself with the regurgitated meat pile did she lose interest in it, instead focusing on the puddle outside that Deshyr had back-pedalled into. With only a quick scan of her muddied form serving as the older Frostfur's only warning, the puppy then suddenly dove for the mud pile.

"NO, NO, NO, NO, N—!" she started breathlessly, but it was too little too late. What was once her snow white baby sibling was now a streaked and matted little ball of mud and sick. She would have nearly blended right into the sodden earth were it not for her manic splashing around.

Deshyr backed up a step, wincing in hesitant acceptance that this was the next generation of Frostfurs. What had gone so horribly wrong? "Si..." she faltered, looking from the mud-soaked child to the den. "Si, mum's gonna be so mad."