Redhawk Caldera Mona Lisa: the original basic bitch

There was yuck in his mouth. He spat it out, though his weakling muscles could only manage a puff and a stream of dirt-tinged spittle. He let out a despondent, breathy whine. Then he brought his still-blue eyes upward and gasped, staring at a golden figure that was all too familiar.

Mom! he thought, but all that escaped his mouth was a puzzled, Ahhh? Comically, Killdeer ripped his gaze from the figure toward the den, then back to the figure, then back to the den. If his mother was in there when he'd last seen her, then how did @Fennec. . .

She was sneaky!

Clambering to his paws, Kill gave the other pup a butt with his chonky little head, snuffling around wait this wasn't mother oh no this was not mother no milk smell no milk NO MOTHER

RED ALERT STRANGER DANGER — Killdeer backed up fast and ended up on his butt, though still snarling and growling ferociously (so cute!! any onlooker would have remarked) at his older counterpart.