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Stoic was quite snug, resting upon his mother's forelegs. It was an odd position, but comfortable nonetheless. What he ultimately wished for was Zaria's undivided attention, to have her nuzzle upon him with affection. But instead did her attention waver to Sister, having a nice warm bath by Mother's tongue. He did not know of jealousy, and thank goodness, he was too tired to care. His thoughts dreamt of the Outside, beyond the wall that separated him from the world. What was out there? Well, he didn't have the mental capacity to think about it but his interest was most definitely there.

Slowly but surely, a wave of tiredness took over him. A thing emerged from inside, widening his mouth to display his first yawn. How interesting, he would be sure to do that again sometime. His eyelids became heavy, and soon a small snore took over. It might have been cute, if he did not think himself a brave explorer. Even so, his moment of pure innocence was one that he would not remember, and that was that.