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As far as he could comprehend, it had been a little while since he had been thrust into the bitter world outside. There were others among him, and he fumed at the fact that he did not have Mother to himself. Now, Mother was a curious being indeed. She wasn't much for cuddling, to his disappointment, but provided the best source of.. whatever it was, he could get his tiny paws on. But of course, in his world he was assumably their leader, unlike Sister believed herself so. That always ended with him scrambling to crush her with his body weight, and her snoozing on top of him. It was a common cycle that often annoyed Brother, which led to the both of them separating for everyone's benefit. How much it made Zaria's eardrums bleed, he had no idea.

He did not know much from his small space of mental capacity, but took to inching his way around the area assumed to be their home, quite often. He could feel the ground, cold yet urging him to lift himself from it. He found he could not do so, and flopped back down on his fat covered belly. While this was most certainly amusing to his parents, he had a mission and would not stop until he could achieve. But no most days, he would fall right to sleep and forget about his ultimate purpose in life, snoring quietly as he did so.