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He and his aunt had figured out their names based on what was written on the bag, and Gideon had continued to call them by those names. The pups' parentage was confusing, as was how they had come to be in his possession, but he claimed them as his own. The young adult was barely more than a pup himself, but these whelps were teaching him what real responsibility was like. They had just began to crawl a little bit and were on the move now more than ever before.
Today Gideon was watching them out on the front lawn. He usually put them on the couch or bed and watched over them, but now that they were crawling he was afraid they'd fall off. The whelps seemed to enjoy the grass as they barked, sneezed, and rolled around in play. When they had been born they'd been very dark, but their coats were evening out to be a medium chocolate brown color. The female, Melee, had a twisted paw...but she seemed to be able to use the leg with no problem. She seemed to be a little more fragile than her brother, though.
It was early in the morning, but the sun had already warmed the lands considerably. It was one of those oddly warm days of autumn today. He yawned and laid out on his side in the grass next to the pups, absorbing some of the rays with his dark coat.
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