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A nudge roused him from sleep, and Sitamat withdrew from Tonravik's cold nose, squeaking lightly and folding his head into his paws in an attempt to escape. He had been in a deep sleep, unaware of Malrok's newly opened eyes and the general ruckus that he had caused as their mother became aware of this milestone in their lives. He squirmed, resisting coming fully into consciousness. His stomach, however, had different ideas and grumbled for nourishment.

Hesitantly, the youngest unfurled and began clambering over one of his brothers, using his sense of smell to seek out milk as per usual. Something was different today, however, and the ravenous boy paused suddenly, noticing a blur of shadows and light as his eyes blinked partially open. Unsure what to make of this, Sitamat swung his head first towards the brightest light-source — the den's entrance — before he looked up to Tonravik, his mother nothing but a large shadow to his currently very poor eyesight.