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Treepie grinned as the smaller puppy backpedaled with a cheep, stumbling into a sit that kicked up a bit of dust. The slightly older babe held their breath—a trick someone had taught them to avoid sneezing spells—and waved their tail.

Kewd! they exclaimed, tipping their head at a strange angle to see if Sialuk agreed with this assessment. Facing the other youngsters again, they repeated more softly, Kewd…

As much as they wanted to close the small distance between them, Pie instead lowered themself to the ground, folding their forepaws primly beneath their chin. Eyes wide, they watched the littler wolf, tail sweeping the ground behind them as they waited to see what she would do next.