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He squeaked as his mother's grasp stirred him from his deepest sleep, though he was not entirely awake. But in this state of half-wakefulness, his nose was more aware of the stench in the den, and he squeaked several more times in rapid succession, confusion clouding his little mind. But soon he was nestled against the warm bodies of his siblings and his mother's belly, the pressure familiar and comforting. His head bobbed and he nosed around for a few moments, but sleep could not be kept at bay, and he slumped against one of his brothers and was deep in rest again.