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The sneeze startled the mother, who lifted her head and looked at the offender. Tonravik moved to lick his face as he wormed along, over his brothers, before putting her head back down. The mother was more tired than anything, and knowing her sons could not get far was more than enough reason to give in to the throes of sleep. Her body acted as a cage, walls they were not yet capable of climbing. So she settled as her son continued his blind exploration, knowing he would end up nowhere dangerous.