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despite hesitating at first to stumble out of the whelping den, yesbaa toddled after anyone her blue eyes landed on. any tall stalk of legs were enough for the girl to follow. but she knew which were the silver legs of mother, and which belonged to others. only mother's legs had food, probably. she had never thought to check.

now, she followed a tall set; they were all tall, but these legs was stockier than most. and they were familiar to her, enough for the girl to feel comfortable to weave between them, and to hide underneath the long shadow the familiar adult casted. all the while, a smile brightened her face.