Bearclaw Valley oi, with the poodles already

Maybe @Wyatt? <3333

It was almost like one day the world had looked down on sweet little innocent Piper and decided that she needed a sweet curveball thrown in. She had grown used to the darkness that had surrounded her movements. She had even started to recognize the scents of her mother and siblings as she puttered about within their den. Suddenly, she blinked, and the world formed before her in the shape of muddy splotches and blobs. She was stunned. Her eyes wandered to each shape with a surprised squeak and shuffle of her limbs. Nothing had prepared her for such a discovery. As an hour passed, she had found the novelty of sight having grown less astounding. It made for an easier trip when she grew bored of her bothers and inched about the den, but everything was still out of shape and out of her mind.

It was a momentous day in Piper's short existence; the children were maturing quickly, and reaching milestones that they weren't even aware of. Wyatt, both figuratively and literally, was still in the dark.

Wyatt was nestled against their mother's breast and had just stirred for the first time since he had begun to doze. His jowls separated suddenly, and he yawned as he came to. Despite being alert, Wyatt remained as he had been when he was asleep. Waking up was Wyatt's least favorite part of the day, and it often took some time for him to force himself away from where he had slept.

It was the case that Piper was something of an early bloomer when it came to her sight. Though she could not fasten her gaze to actual shapes and objects, she was enjoying the rare splash of color that decorated her everyday sights. Even the scents that filled the den had grown to be familiar to her; she could recognize the aroma of their mom, and the stinky smell that filled her nostrils whenever she was too close to Wyatt. Even then, she had grown used to her stinky brother too. Sound was still a foreign thing to her, so she wobbled her way toward her mother’s feeding station and planted her rotund body near to a teat so that she could feast. Not knowing that Wyatt was near, she wormed her head right into his rear and did not halt in enough time to save him from being toppled about.

The sensation of Piper's body climbing on top of Wyatt's was not relished; he wailed shrilly in protest. In his brief existence, Wyatt had already learned the importance of crying. It solved all of life's hardships, and he didn't doubt it's ability to resolve his discomfort now.

Could she have accurately heard the cries of distress from her brother, she may have ceased her scrabbling and offered him a moment of rest. Instead, her youthful deafness had aided her and granted her an immunity to his shrill cries. Perhaps it was timing, and perhaps it was sheer luck. In the precise moment that Wyatt parted his lips to cry again, Piper found her footing was aimed directly for his gaping jaws. Should he not close it, she was likely to end up wading in tongue and gums. 

Wyatt's unrest escalated with every second that Piper was still squirming against him; he was too agitated even to contemplate quelling his cries. Wyatt's mouth was wide open when Piper's heel forced its way towards the back of his throat, and upon realizing that he was choking, Wyatt replaced his wails with dry-heaves.

When her short limb slipped down further than she might have imagined, and she could feel the strength of her brother’s tongue against her paw pads, Piper squeaked with surprise and immediately began to scramble. Her limbs moved in a jerky motion to try and escape the clamping – gagging – hole that she had found, but she was doing nothing more than rapidly kicking her brother in the skull. The Redleaf girl’s upper body strength was astounding-ly lacking in the sense that she was nothing more than a newborn and she had very little muscle to speak of. Try as she might, her front legs could only hold her in a stiff position while her hind legs flailed madly in an attempt to catch hold of something that wasn’t slobbery or cannibalistic.

Wyatt was only spared a moment of repose before Piper's wrath recommenced. Only this time, the pain she bestowed upon him was unlike anything he had experienced before. Wyatt hardly had the time to catch his breath, and as quickly as he had been silenced, his wailing resumed. While Wyatt cried and simultaneously got knocked in the head, his hind paws churned wildly, and he attempted to scoot out of harm's way.

Wyatt’s wailing would have carried more weight, had it not fallen on deaf ears. Piper was blissfully unaware that she was gagging her brother with her hind leg. Just when she thought she might have wiggled free, she felt the needle-like poking of puppy claws at her haunches. It was not an altogether uncomfortable experience until he had clawed his way through her thin coat and made purchase against her skin. Then, her baby blue eyes widened, and she began to squeal in discomfort. This, in turn, only increased the rate that she thrashed her hind legs in order to escape the pain she was feeling.