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His paw was free, but now his brother sought his ear. Initially, the third born protested with a soft squeak and began to fidget, but in a matter of moments his attitude changed. He grew still as he realized that his brother's toothless jaws did not feel as strange on his ear as they did on his paw. Rather, Pingasut found it soothing, although on occasion his brother's breath tickled his ear and he chittered. Soon though, he was canting his head toward Malrok, quietly savoring the touch.