Roam wasn't sure what to feel holding the smallest of the new-born whelps in his arms. It felt different, somehow, holding his own whelp compared to the many others he had held before them. Venture, as they had decided to call him, was the smallest of the four whelps that Fawn had given birth to the other day and had somehow already decided who his favourite parent would be. The other three lay snuggled up to their mom in the other room, but Venture had fussed u...