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Doe has no way to know that her girl is teething. She's never had pups before, and hasn't been around them since she herself had been small. Vaguely, she remembers the ache in her gums, but it isn't something she can see in Quill and identify as easily as that. When she sees the teeth, she'll know, but for now it just looks like the girl is having a good chew, and if there's anything Doe understands, it's that.

"Hello, lamb," she says as she approaches, staying a respectful distance from the child's possession. Even as Atoll, she sees no reason to overstep such boundaries. Even with a child, there is such thing as respect. "Do you want to do something fun?" she asks, not really sure what it is they might do. For although she cannot really remember losing her puppy teeth, she does remember the endless boredom of her youth, and her constant wish that someone big would take notice of her, and take her on one of the adventures they always seemed to be on.

As a child, she'd had this feeling mostly with Riverbone, strong and courageous. The closest facsimile here would be Skellige or Szymon, as alpha and father-figure, respectively, but Doe figured she would have to do. Szymon would doubtlessly interact with her some other time, and Skellige... Well, she would have to do.