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She faced the floor purely out of necessity and rediscovered that wayward foot. There were two of them, actually. Sugar stared down at them as her brain rattled around in her head and her freshly opened black eyes wobbled in their sockets. Eventually, the dizziness passed. She did not look up right away, still staring down at those ten tiny toes, but Weejay's cold, questing nose broke the spell.

It would be some time before the pups vocalized meaningfully, though Sugar grunted out a quiet oogh sort of noise. Her head hurt a little and she found herself craving the comfort of her mother's warmth and milk. With the grace of a fallen drunk, she swayed back onto all fours, pink nose bumping her playmate before she toddled over to suckle at Finley's flank. Was Weejay coming too?