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Tapat immensely cheered up by the greeting lick from his mother. He quickly sneaked a lick back at her. Tapat was all for loving kisses towards his mother. He was glad to have her around. He kind of wanted to snuggle up against her and her soft fur. Sometimes the 5 month old still tried to find some milk by her belly. It was just so wired in his brain that if he needed comfort it was there at her belly. He needed to realize it was long gone.

Tapat tipped his head at the word sparring. He instantly felt bad. Because usually when they tried to teach him something he couldn't even remember what they taught him. The pup looked uncomfortable and battered his eyes to the side at his brother. He felt a bit worse. His big brother, who was really also bigger, was turning into more of a handsome young man. Tapat was still small, skinny with fur sticking out in each direction. "Mom," he whined. He admired that she even wanted to try. He felt bad when he realized he forgot something.