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varadia: Anna-Russ after Gwen has puppies
"They're adorable."
Russ had started growling low in his throat the second she opened the door; it scaled up when she spoke, but to his credit he reined it back quickly. Anna rolled her eyes nevertheless.
"Honestly, Russ."
The two pups, blind and squeaky, nosed closed to their father. He scooped them up and cradled them in his lap.
"Hi."
She clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head. "Can I meet them?"
The growl barely rose and then cut off completely, with a clear effort. "Sure."
She made sure to move slowly as she approached, hands visilbe at all times, and crouched beside the ratty mattress to offer a hand for sniffing. Russ, she noticed, was keeping himself very still.
"Hi," she murmured. One of the pups, the black one, lifted is head, sniffed her hand, and squeaked at her before flopping back down.
Russ let out a surprised "Huh," almost a laugh.
"What?" Anna asked.
"This," Russ said, laying a hand on the second pup, the gray one, "Is Sarah."
He stroked the black one's head, as she let out another squeak and nosed in the woman's direction again.
"And this is Anna."