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Paw over paw, Iqniq inched forward until he flipped his nose just inside the den. He couldn't see much past the dark shadows of her back, but that really wasn't his purpose here now was it? In this moment, his job was simply to speak so the infants she guarded would be familiar with his voice. Talking? He could do that. It was one of the many things he considered himself to be good at.

"Yes, Mom?" he asked, a touch of sarcasm to his voice as he lingered in the light and stared into the darkness of her cave. Nevertheless, the boys were jabbering and he was well inclined to talk back. They were starting to learn singular sounds, it seemed. Just one vowel sound at a time. The easy ones, but also the important ones.

They were well on their way to mastering the letter 'A'. Time for the next vowel. "Eeeeeeee," he prompted, wondering if the little ones could figure out how to form that sound.