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Actually there was only one puppy left in the Aston family den today, and that one puppy was Noir Aston. The girl had one of her lazier days, and had spent most of the day inside the cool den despite the tempting flowers and butterflies. Baby Duck was inside with her too, sleeping silently, closely tucked up against what it still blindly believed was its mother. It had grown a bit since the tan coloured girl had helped it out of its egg. Noir was still waiting for that pretty yellow colour to take over the gray, but there was still no change in the duckling’s colouration. There were also other details that suggested that this actually was no ordinary ‘duckling’, but the child was oblivious of this. Of course it was a duck! It was so cute whilst sleeping, and so the girl could not make herself move an inch in case it woke the small creature. To pass time, the girl was casually chewing on poor Toefur’s arm, something that never seemed to get boring.
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For a moment, the girl wondered if she heard voiced, but when her ears perked to investigate, she could only hear the usual white noise. Silly Noir imagining things again? A few moments after, Noir Aston was certain she heard noise from outside, and she decided to get up and investigate this. The girl tried very hard not to wake up the bird when she got up, but she could feel the duckling stir slightly, and that alone let her know that she had failed. The Aniwaya puppy poked her head up from the darkness of the den, and her golden gaze instantly settled on a much younger puppy, a butterfly plushie accompanying her. Noir could do nothing but stare. Never had she met another puppy that was not a sibling, and the usual Stranger Danger feeling fled before even arriving. Another puppy that she did not know! Oh, but she looked slightly unhappy. Or, so it seemed to the tan girl.
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Noir’s face exploded into a truly happy and excited smile. ”Hello! Who are you? I am Noir, what is that toy? It is pretty!” It was a butterfly and Noir really liked butterflies! ”It is a butterfly and I really like butterflies! I have a toy friend too, his name is Toefur and he has many arms, do you want to see?” Words impatiently flew out of her mouth, almost stumbling into each other. The fact that her overenthusiastic greeting might have overwhelmed the younger child did not occur to her at all, unfortunately.
