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Something touched his face, and Malrok made a curious noise in response. With a swing of his own head, he sniffed at the "intruder," only to realize it was just another of his siblings. He could not tell them from one another just yet... at least not with any precision. That would come with trial and error. Besides, he did not care who was who at this point. A sibling was a sibling. (Friendly) competition. Malrok stuck his shorty, stubby tongue out to lick his brother's muzzle. It tasted nothing like milk, but it was different from the ground below him. (He'd gotten a mouthful of that at some point or another.)