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Jaxxon was sitting right outside the den mouth on his perch, the scuffling of little feet behind him catching his ears and swiveling them towards the noise when the scent of piss crossed his nostrils. Wrinkling his nose the man turned his head over his shoulder just in time to see Magnolia finishing her spiteful urination and he scowled.

Mag! The man shouted, standing up and turning around to trot over to the smaller babe. Scowling with disapproval the man looked down at her and huffed through his nose. We don't piss in the nest... Go outside... He growled his amber optics gazing down at her. She knew better, he just assumed she was testing boundaries.

Testing boundaries is something he didn't really understand as he was mostly absent from his first second litter. He let them raise themselves and these babies he was actively trying... As much as he could...

Laurel too longed for the outdoors, the moment someone's eyes were off of her she always tried to make a break for it. She was a northern woman at heart, the yearning to wander was in her blood, to explore the great unknown.

She didn't have the words for it just yet, however.

But at the moment she was close to Saga, making an attempt at gnawing on her mother's meal in an attempt at self weaning, her little milk teeth doing very little but oh how she tried. For a moment it seemed as if the little adventurer was settling, until the shouting started her.

Her own bladder releasing in fright, though she wasn't the one in trouble, peeing right on Saga as she tried to hide her silvers in with hers.

Perhaps it was bold of Jaxxon to assume two month olds would know better.

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Saga said his name, Laurel pissed in place, Mag spat back and snapped at his face. Jaxxon scowled and furrowed his brows as he stared at the three of them. Hmph... He snorted as he plopped his heavy ass down, eyes shifting between them as he looked down at the defiant puppy. Try that again... I dare you... He growled, bending his head down to stare at the little one who had tried to take a piece of his nose.

Saga might have been their mother but he was their father and they would learn to respect him in one way or another... Or so he hoped, and he didn't know how to do this father thing, it was new to him, but he wanted to try. Try for Dulcie, try for Saga, try for them.

Saga... You should teach the whelp some respect... He grumpily told their mother as he frowned down at Mag specifically. He wasn't worried about Laurel or Frigi, but Mag was something different entirely. He should love her free spirit. Instead he was only fighting it.