Blackfeather Woods i hide behind my mouth.

As soon as she noticed it, the incident died away. The girl clamped onto a teat and seemed to forget everything that happened, leaving the sandy-legged boy alone now to gently wriggle around and do what pups this young do when they weren't drinking, which was sleeping, she supposed. 

Potema nosed them gently, lapping their heads as they settled down. She hoped they wouldn't recognize each other later and continue their squabbling, but such was life.