Whitefish River You are an eye-catcher, mom.

Her mother's movement was enough to stir one of the darker colored pups into a wild stretch or wriggle or something that was maybe a little bit too overdramatic in that she rolled away from her siblings and over to where things were colder and vacant. Any acknowledgement of any kind of vision? Uncertain. It wasn't enough for her to truly react at it at all -- there more pressing matters. Like the fact now things were cold, and her still stubby legs flailed around. Now she didn't quite whine yet, but there were definitely a few grunts as she tried to right all that was wrong in the world and still found herself relatively incapable of doing so in any quick fashion.