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The little red one detached herself, and though Fox braced herself for more squalling, none came. She breathed a sigh of relief, causing the little cream one to yawn. What an odd effect. Her stone-grey eyes watched (though her head remained still) as Wildfire crashed right into her brother, subsequently spraying a snot line between them. Another sigh slipped from Fox's muzzle, and she did her duty (more gently, this time). Cleaning Wildfire's face and the cream one's body.

The runt had soiled himself at some point, and Fox cleaned that up, too. Finally satisfied with his sanitation, she picked him up and plopped him down near her belly, scooting him toward the milk source. Wildfire would, without a doubt, being screaming about this, and Fox fanned her ears back in anticipation of the sound.