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A bone was tossed at him, breaking Malrok's (decidedly small) train of thought. He blinked, then grinned at his father. If there was a time when Iqniq had not been around, Malrok had already forgotten about it. His young mind had taken to his father easily, and he barely remembered his first few weeks of life. Tonravik was, of course, an important piece of the family puzzle, but Malrok had found that he liked spending time with his father moreso than his more reserved, quiet mother.

But Malrok wasn't interested in bones. Not just yet, anyway. He remained pensive and thoughtful, perking up when Tonravik came into view with three hares. Again, this was not what little Malrok sought. He was hungry for something else. "Mother," he spoke in their tongue. Not the common one, which he rarely used. "Why I white?" he asked, though he wondered if the question was better suited for Father. Mother didn't like answering useless questions… but Malrok was still figuring out which ones were less useful.