Redsand Canyon Stars are born in litters.

Once scooped up in his mother’s mouth, they were at least getting close to being on the right track. Jack was still covered in dirt and other things. The movement was really something, wild, bouncy. The young boy might have screamed, if he knew how. There were quite a few grunts and squeaks of protest. Hunger was setting in. 

Jack peeped as he was hoisted. He could feel himself withering, starving. Oh, cruel world… Another feeble cry from his mouth. The young pup wanted a refund. He wanted it all to go back.