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It tasted nothing like the warm liquid that he usually drank with reckless abandon. In fact, it didn't taste good at all, and Malrok was quick to spit out the pudgy, fragile paw that he'd gummed and sucked on. Still, it was something new, and that only caused Malrok to be more curious. "New" was a concept that he did not quite know, but his instinct was to seek out any and all new and strange things and test them. Whether they were good or bad would determine how he would react to them, of course.

With the paw dislodged from his mouth, Malrok sought to taste a flappy piece of flesh and fur that was Pingasut's ear. It was perhaps the first time Malrok had been both awake and quiet for this length of time in one go.