Sun Mote Copse Smash a vintage vase a day

Fine by me! Those buggers grow up more quickly than I am able to thread with them. And that - what the crap? - part got me. :D

Wraen would never reveal this to Finley (or anyone for that matter) that she still had some difficulties telling apart, which puppy was which. All were nice and grayscale at this point and with very few distinguishing features. However, personalities spoke volumes and made recognition easy. As in Penn's/Pox's case. 

She looked down at the little guy and was amused by his semi-accusative tone, when he asked, what had happened to the presents she had been supposed to bring here. Wraen leaned down, looked the little guy in the eye and then said: "You would not believe, what happened with me on the way... Here I was coming with that big present meant just for you and then... what's that (!) a dragon swoops down at me." 

And at this point of the story she grabbed the fellow gently in her jaws - to make an impression. "And then he took me to his nest," she let him go. "With all the presents."