Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

"Ohh, guhhh." With the time that had passed, Niamh had forgotten exactly how much mess puppies made in the weeks before they were able to go outside. While it was sweet, how they would just snuggle up to her, and how they were still too young to say the word "NO!!!" There wasn't much endearing about cleaning up after them. And wolves didn't have Swiffer Wetjets on hand to clean up the messes. Survival dictated that she keep their den area clean so that other predators would have a harder time sniffing them out, and so that there wouldn't be mould and bacteria growing in their den. But that didn't mean she liked it. Not wanting anyone to see her covered in baby barf the next time she went out to relieve herself, she cleaned her own fur up too, and then turned her attention back to her daughter. 

Sensing something might've caused the dark pup's stomach to be uncomfortable, she began to gently massage her sides and belly with her tongue, hoping to soothe whatever cramps she might've had, and to help get things flowing in the right direction. "Gotta keep yourself lookin' pretty, baby girl," She cooed. "You wanna find yourself a man someday, you gotta not have barf all over you. An' don't barf all over him either," She coached. "Guys don't dig that."