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Unfortunately for Tonravik, Sitamat did not quieten down. Oblivious to the mother's need for sleep, he kept inching forward towards her nose, making soft squeaks along the way. The heat was unlike that of his brother's, it was moist and smelt much different. Still, it was warmth — something the puppy instinctually craved — and so he made his way towards it. When he was close enough, he started to probe with his own tiny nose, prodding Tonravik's lip and nose gently as he examined the strange texture.