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Suddenly and unceremoniously, the inky little baby was born. Her constant wriggling had somehow managed to get her outside of the safety of her mother’s body. For Finley, though, her little Lucy had put up quite a fight to stay inside the warmth of her womb, and the small black blob was not too pleased with being forced out without due warning. With a quiet little plop Lucy landed in the bedding and once she was cleaned and free of the goop that had clung to her small body, she was most certainly responsive.
 
Opening her tiny mouth, the youngest began to wail. In all actuality, due to her small size and her new birth, the dark pup was only capable of making a series of soft grunts that could scarcely be called sounds at all. Her eyes were still closed to the world, but she did wiggle something fierce as her mother tucked her neatly into her side. With much resolve, Lucy parted her mouth and prodded around for a teat. Once she had fastened her mouth onto Finley, the inky blob suckled herself into a quiet rhythm and only grunted once or twice out of protest.