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His complaints drew one of his brothers closer, unbeknownst to the youngest. His cries quietened into subdued whimpers and he stiffened as something warm and soft prodded his back before climbing atop it. The sensation felt strange but he welcomed it, shifting into a more comfortable position as Pingasut acted as a sort of security blanket.

It only lasted mere moments, however, as Tonravik roused and nosed the cubs around, rescuing Malrok and ridding Sitamat of his fiery cloak. He released another shrill cry at the disturbance, before he was swiped across the ground and his wailing mouth found a teat, which he promptly latched onto greedily.