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While her aunt presented herself to Chacal's litter, available to be buried from, Roux did not participate. She was a fussy little thing, and some deep-rooted anxiety supported only one milk source.

Jean-Heron, however, did not seem as particular. The golden girl watched her brother nose his way toward the Obsidian and scrunched her little nose, remembering the sharpness of his new, tiny teeth.