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Still sucking on his brother's ear, Malrok readjusted his front paws so that they were no longer folded beneath him. There, that was definitely more comfortable, and comfort was one of the number one things that the second-born sought out. He continued to gum the ever-loving crap out of Pingasut's ear, eventually drifting off to sleep as he so often did. This was the cycle: wake, eat, fuss, get comfortable, fall back asleep. It was an easy life, though he would soon leave it behind in favor of surviving on his own.