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The silver pup wasn't quick, nor eager to venture from the confines of the den. It was warm and cozy, sheltered from the elements and from the dangers that lingered beyond what she understood. Her chunky paws stumbled, barley keeping her upright and hardly able to handle the heavy head on her shoulders.
Beyond where she ventured normally, she could hear a voice, two of them actually. One she knew oh too well, the other drag on with a hoarseness that seemed to hurt. Unsure, the round pup, stumpy and wobbly, wiggled around to get to chunkier paws. Vibrant citrus eyes staring at Dimitri, Sasha and..Babushka? Dimitri's mother..
Without a second thought, although falling several times, The silvered pup was hauling herself as quickly as her paws could go. Caring not that she was beelining straight into Sasha, rounded body moving like a slow motion missile. Body colliding with the dark furred pup, rolling slightly then staring at her for a mere moment. Questioning on her actions and then looking to the big silver wolf, was this Babushka?
Whilst just small, the pups entire body wiggled with excitement that was hard to contain, writhing and due to this, falling over. Instead of whining, she just played with it and rolled to her back, paws stretching for the sky and towards Babushka.