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he approached carefully, to quiet his dogtag, lips tight. he glanced once up at the coyote, to make sure this was alright.

the catacombs were in permanent shadow, but still their pale pelts shone in the dark, especially as they moved to better latch onto their wet-nurse, pugged snouts making smacking noises.

gucci let out a little gasp. they were twins, he was sure of it. copies of one another. and quite large, too. no doubt they'd surpass him in height faster than the royal litter did.

he felt a sting behind his eyes and raised a paw to cover them. his lips were, against his will, curled in a smile.

"...they's gorgeous." the neb said in a voice wrought with emotion, plumed tail helplessly wagging.