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Sophie came to very slowly, her sleep-addled mind becoming slowly aware of two things. The first was that she was very warm; too warm for only Boothe to be there cuddling with her. The second was that she wasn't afraid, but actually feeling very safe; an odd feeling, for her, and one that for a long moment she tried to make go away. Once she figured out why she felt safe, though, she stopped; there was no need to be afraid anymore. With a sleepy little smile, she turned and huddled into a smaller ball, blinking as she came face-to-face with Boothe. He was snoring softly, and just beyond him was Trigger, passing warmth through the smaller boy and making the whole den feel cozy. Sophie whined happily, and dug her nose into Boothe's neck, her tail thumping him on the thigh happily as the two puppies huddled together.
She lay there for a long moment trying to get back to sleep, but after a moment it became apparent she wouldn't, no matter how comfortable she was. So she stood and stretched, taking a moment to extract herself from Boothe as he grumbled and attempted to pull her back. She managed to get away, though, and moved to leave the den, only to pause and stare at her oldest brother, Leon. He was asleep, but it looked like he wasn't sleeping well; whimpering slightly, she moved back down and to his side, leaning up on him for a moment and blinking at him sadly before an idea occurred to her.
Sophie slipped back over to Boothe, grabbing her sanddoll, and dragged the heavy thing over to Leon, tucking it as best she could under his arm and into his hand. Satisfied with her day's work--Bug always helped her sleep better, so she thought hopefully that it would work with Leon--she trotted out of the den and into the fresh morning air.
The wheel breaks the butterfly
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