Ryker stared at the little patch of fur, lying down, he nosed it. It squealed and yipped, "is it yours?" he asked curious. His tail wagged slightly as he stared at the suckling pup, she had milk, so it must have been hers.
The pup, squealed at it was nosed, hearing once again a new voice, she detached herself from the nippled, squirming and crawling. She growled, baring small sharp canines.