Finally, finally with Mama!

...and Éabha ruins it.

The pup was about to be mad, mouth parted, ready with a loud squeal... but then she saw the strange woman, the source of that odd smell—naught but a silver blur—but a silver blur that looked so much like Mama. Looked so much like her... but it wasn't quite the same. Curiosity killed the cat. The whelp set her sights on her, instead.

With her newfound ability to walk, Sasha wobbled closer, carefully stepping over the hard ground. Each pace was a gamble of whether or not she would finally collapse. Her breath grew heavy with effort—god, this was hard!

The dark pup finally halted before the silver form. She tilted her head with an inquisitive squeak.

Who was this?

Babushka...

Babu!! Sasha yipped.