Swiftcurrent Creek I have met him times before; he adores us like the rest

of course, sis!

His forward progress was stalled by a pair of small but powerful hind paws, shoved right into his pug-nosed face. It sent him sprawling backward, rolling on his coccyx like a weeble-wobble—

You know, they don't fall down?

And neither did Jakub, who rolled painfully on his tailbone before coming to a stop. Most pups would wail. He remained silent, mouth agape. Discomfort prickled at every sense, but he was steadfast through it, and instead—yes—fell down.

Fell sideways, and scooched into his mother's belly once more. Perhaps whatever had interrupted his voyage was indeed the fourth body, and he'd been mistaken that something was missing.

Jakub, snuffling the dust from his nostrils, wasn't keen to find out either way.