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The visit from their father went entirely unnoticed; the growl that came from one of their two adult guardians wasn't capable of reaching his ears yet, and he was too excited to sense the vibration. He crashed into Wyatt with a wildly waving tail and began to nip and chew on any part of his brother's face he could reach—ears, snout, cheeks, shoulders. Everything was fair game to the excitable babe.

At some point he flopped onto his side and began to pedal his forepaws against Wyatt's chest, whining and whimpering happily as tiny pink flesh poked out of his gums.