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The downpour had continued, and the young pup had grown rather bored of the events. She had prowled around the den site until she had uncovered a toy that had been intended for them: a chunk of antler from a fallen deer. Regin glanced over her shoulder before uncovering the item and carrying it out of the den with her. When the young siren had found a peaceful place beneath a small overhang, she rested on her belly and gripped the chew toy in her paws.
 
A few feigned nips started her assault and then Gin began to gnaw viciously on the tip of the antler, reveling in the flavors that it had. After several minutes, she had chewed away the initial layer of the item and was working on the pale bony underneath. She stuffed it into the crook of her cheeks and bit down with the strength of her jaw, but the antler did not give. With a sour expression, Gin pulled back and stared down her toy.