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Meerkat tore her eyes away from the smaller puppy when Neema rose and stuck her head outside the den. She gazed adoringly at Niamh, though Quetzal quickly reclaimed her attention as she made a beeline toward the doorway. Meerkat chortled and happily followed.

Towhee suddenly blocked both the exit and the light. Meerkat pounced her mother's nearest paw out of pure reflex, burbling and glancing at Quetzal in invitation to do the same. But before either one could do anything else, she found herself being nudged further back into the interior again, right before Towhee flopped down just inside the door.

With that particular plot foiled, Meerkat spun on a heel, wobbling slightly, and then cocked her head at Quetzal as if to say, What'cha wanna do now?