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She couldn't linger over Stoat's death any more than Fox's. There were still five pups to feed, clean and protect. It was a 'round-the-clock job. Although still exhausted by everything, Raven found it mildly entertaining as they began to really scoot around the den. They were too small, slow and uncoordinated to get very far but it was kind of fun watching them try. That's what she was doing now; even as she fought to keep her yellow eyes open, two of the kiddos snailed around the den floor.