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She held her breath as she set one paw over the threshold, though it left her in a great rush as she beheld the two babies bundled at Amalia’s breast. Her next breath caught in her throat as Pie unthinkingly crouched, folding to the floor beside her father’s mate. She didn’t know which was which, though as her yellow eyes flicked from the swarthy little boy to the tiny ginger girl beside him, Tiuttuk’s battered and broken heart swelled in her chest.

She desperately wanted to touch them. She wanted to press her nose to their heads to see if they were as velveteen to the touch as they looked. She wanted to kiss their little, wrinkled faces. She wanted to blow raspberries on their fat little tummies. She wanted to scoop them to her own chest and hold them tightly against the heart that beat stronger, knitting itself with immediate and unconditional love for her baby siblings.

Treepie restrained herself, her forelegs stretched toward them but her paws falling just short of their tiny bodies. Her chin came to rest on top of her forepaws as she just stared, adoring them with her eyes and her sense of smell until she understood whether Amalia would allow her to interact with them.