Stavanger Bay It was a privilege, wasn't it?

Liyaní had spent the first few hours of her life in the world beyond her mother’s womb doing little besides nursing and sleeping. Little did she know that her first real adventure was about to unfold. The dark-furred babe stirred from her dreamless slumber when her tiny body was jostled around by the other warm bundles she was nestled beside. A high-pitched whine of complaint was issued from the littlest pup, but of course her wail was more or less muted by the noises made by her brothers.

She couldn’t hear her litter mates squawking about, but she could certainly feel them. She, too, began to crawl blindly around the small space she shared with her family. Bitty black paws scrambled rather uselessly against the den floor as Liyaní squirmed unknowingly towards her father. When her nose bumped against his front paw, she let out of surprised squeak but quickly found delight in her new discovery. Without hesitation the second-born opened her teeny mouth and placed as much of one of Verrine’s toes in it as she could. Drooling, she cooed happily.