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This worked for him, but it did not work for his brother, who writhed beneath him. Not inclined to move, the third born held on, but he was dislodged with a squeak when Malrok rolled and his physical presence disappeared from Pingasut's side. Before he had a chance to 'think' on this, his mother had swooped in to restore the warm body to him. He immediately turned into and snuggled against his brother.

But then his brother began to thrash again.

When nothing stopped it, he let out an audible breath of air, a sort of primitive sigh. He crawled forward, and by some stroke of luck, found his brother's head. He reached out a paw and dropped it on top of Malrok's crown, awkwardly patting it and brushing it, whichever happened to occur when he made an effort to move his paw.