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Something touched Malrok's head, and he stiffened, unsure of it for a total of two heartbeats. Soon, though, he recognized it was not a threat and began to flex his little front toes. He had stopped thrashing, at least, and the only sound he made came from breathing. The paw wrinkled the stretchy skin on his forehead, but Malrok did not seem to mind one bit. In fact, it was pretty damn soothing. Of course, Malrok wasn't one to be content for long, so he opened his mouth and tried to get his brother's limb into his mouth so that he might taste it.