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puppies dad wants to poke u with his nose

The hound had spent as much time as he could near to the den so that he might tend to whatever Caiaphas would need. He had ventured out to hunt for her, returning with small game so that she could sustain the pups. While she rested, he would watch them sleep or wobble about on feeble legs until they grew tired or hungry. The young ones never strayed too far from her side, though, save for a few times; he had always been there to return them when they did. Kierkegaard had remained a dutiful sentry against anything that could cause harm to his kin or his mate.

The old brute was stretched out with his nose resting between his paws. His eyes found the wandering form of Ephraim and he watched with an amused twitch of his lip while the pup waddled in the same foot of space. Some part of the mercenary was afraid to go near to them. He knew that they were small and frail, and that he was larger than they would be for a great amount of time. But, the ghost wanted to know them, and so he inched closer and extended his muzzle to press softly into the flank of a dark young boy.