Lost Creek Hollow Immaculate

ow, muttered terance as ash began to nip with razor sharp milk teeth as his paws. he lifted them back and forth as the pup nipped, frowning the whole time. he missed her initial statement, instead only hearing about fetching one of the other ones. he glanced up from ash to watch jet promptly freeze, inhale a dandelion seed, and then roll uncontrollably in an attempt to dislodge it. he raised his head entirely, now, beginning to ignore the chomping on his toes. this was far more interesting. but in a moment ash seemed to notice it was more exciting over there too, because the biting had stopped and soon a grey little tyke was waddling full speed towards his sister. terance glanced at treason, sort of desperately, to see if she was watching this shit -- but she seemed more focused on hood... who was quietly deciding at the den entrance if he should come out. no, buddy, safer in there terance wanted to tell him... i mean, look at the mess unfolding out here. but he mirrored treason anyway with an inviting wave of his tail... only to hear a loud screech from jet and ash -- it was ash, and it was a battle cry, before you worry. 

his head whipped around to look, but he only missed the tail end of ash launching himself onto his sister. without looking away, terance leaned towards treason. do you think the gods know we've brought these abominations into the world? or do you think they pity us?