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Clingin' to insanity In hopes the world will ease up
For a while there was no answer. Frank and very rude, Frodo pressed his ear against the door. He could hear breathing, but nothing much else. Then he heard movement, and eventually the angry squeaks of pups that had been just woken up. He grinned sheepishly, knowing that he'd probably just interrupted the sleep of all three of them. Barnicals... he mumbled to himself, shaking his head. He should have simply whispered! But still, Gemma's voice came through then, and it sounded so close he leapt back from the door suddenly, dishevelled and scruffy. He took a moment to smooth himself down and then opened the door quietly, creaking it open so that light flooded the slightly shadowed room. Ahoy. he said quietly, creeping over to where Gemma was.
He noticed her makeshift den, it looked pretty cosy and the pups were nestled inside it happily enough, snug and warm, and healthy. He didn't believe he'd been up this close to them before, not since she'd first brought them back. He smiled softly, too warm-hearted for words. He fell down into a crouch and sat cross-legged on the floor, flattening a piece of fabric beneath him. He didn't think he'd ever seen Gemma in lupus before - it was odd, she looked a bit like an Arctic wolf. So did the pups, he thought, looking over at the almost all-white babies. They had black on them though, and the girl seemed to have brown spots. Oh, Gemma. he sighed softly. They're beautiful.