BEING LONELY IS ONLY FUN IN A GROUP // open, Pinch babiesss

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the lamb with hidden fangs

A fighter, all brawl with little thought behind swift action, it was what they were even in those early days.

Small paws reached, finding warmth in sticky fur, in bodies as small as their own, pushing and prodding while soft sounds rose. It seemed soft grumbles of annoyance, even now expressing displeasure at being pushed aside, of being left in the dust behind those about them. Wiggling closer they cared not that it was their own blood they tried to push aside, using all they had to move them aside, drawn closer to the warmth their mother gave off.

© MADI