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Something binked against Chantale’s head.

The girl hadn’t exactly been sleeping, had instead been considering feeding herself, but the smack of a tear against the top of her head made every thought escape her head except ”fucking excuse me?” 

She was too young to know the grief of her mother. All she knew was the grief of an infant experiencing something new that was not liked.

Chantale threw back her face, with its slowly lengthening snout (far more than her siblings, she would have quite the muzzle when grown), and raised her nose into the air. She released a high warble, a protestation of daring to hit her with water.