4/21/2025, 1:52 AM
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My Darling, You will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul
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The oldest pup, first to be born was thriving, her delicate paws stretching for the skies limit, unable to tell what way was right side up. She adorned a silver coat, thick as can be with golds speckled along her back. Dull as of now, they'd be sure to darken as time went on, if not, oh well it'd still be a unique sight to some.
Finally untucking a paw out from under one of the several pups, the small bundle of fur rolled to it's stomach. Stretching out, extending each green...well, 3 green grey paws and a singular white one, a squeaky wail breached the air, not hunger, no, this was just at the lack of warmth.
Anger? Sadness? happiness? these emotions were nonsense to the pup as of right now, and would make not a lick of sense until a bit older. For now, she was focused on finding the warmth of her mothers fur, scurrying for the grey fur inch by inch. Although..her wriggling was getting her no where, she could hardly tell this though.