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The change wasn't sudden, as it had been with his vision. No, his hearing had slowly evolved from nothing, to muffled sounds, to sharper sounds, to what it was now. Malrok had begun to turn his head whenever his mother spoke (which was not terribly often) or when there was a rustling outside the den (a place he instinctively wanted to go, but had not been allowed as of yet). Of course, not being allowed outside had not stopped Malrok from trying. Every chance he got, the young Tartok wolf was trying to sneak his way out of the den into that inviting light. Toward that red creature that looked much like Pingasut.

Tonravik was absent, as far as Malrok could tell, and his brothers were sound asleep. He had managed to wake without disturbing them. Either that, or they had simply gone back to sleep after he had stirred them. In any case, they slumbered now, and Malrok was wide-eyed and bushy tailed. With his mother absent (presumably on one of her many quick trips outside the den for water), Malrok was unhindered in his quest to reach the den's entrance. "Baaaaaaa!" he screeched as loud as he could, unaware of the dangers this might bring.