OOC: Niro is a derp!!
Niro evaded whatever attacks he could feel the puppies doing, though not a very good job as he was on his belly and they were on his back. Everything ceased for him when that familiar voice rang through his ears. Was he imagining it? He didn’t move for fear he would hurt the pups, but then she spoke again introducing the pups, which weren’t the ones he thought they were after all. Then a big glob of mud came straight at his head as he turned to see the woman he had been looking for for over a month now, the ball of mud obscured his vision and he was shaking his head and rubbing it on his shoulder to get it off. Jiva was now off his father’s back, engaging in play with the other puppy he thought had nipped him. He was not a rough puppy, and he was smaller than even the smallest of Orin’s litter, only because he was still young.
“Orin? Is it really you?”
he finally said turning around after finally wiping the mud out of his eye. Her greetings had always been the same so there was no doubt it was her as he never really knew anyone to throw snowballs and mudballs as a hello.
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