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The day prior, their mother had coughed up something strange and placed it before them. It was not milk, but Malrok (and presumably his brothers) had been compelled to eat it. The smell was irresistible, even if it was a bit strange compared to the milk he had consumed before. This new substance was, of course, half-digested meat. His teeth had started to poke out of his gums, and it allowed him to chew the meat. Granted, he did not have to chew that much, but just enough to make the pieces small enough to swallow.

Tonravik had just deposited another hunk of meat into Malrok's mouth, to which he gobbled up and swallowed in a matter of seconds. She went on to the others, even when Malrok insisted on more. Once feeding time was through, the boy began to wander around the den. He used his new-found sight as a helper, though much of his world was still explored by touch, smell, and taste.