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Thus steeped in Raleska's scent, Ephraim paused in his endeavour to draw deep breaths of the air that wreathed his head. It was long enough that Raleska, having decided that his company was unsavoury, struggled under him and found her way out. Ephraim himself tumbled onto his belly, which immediately recoiled from the cold of the den floor as he picked himself up on his club-like paws for just a moment and wobbled there.
Her scent was still present in his mind, a brief imprint that lingered longer each time he encountered it. While it was still fresh, the coywolf cub warbled out a call for its attention, and when no attention was forthcoming, issued a louder and more demanding sound. He could hear nothing of his own voice, and could see no form in the dark behind his eyelids, nor hear any response from Raleska. After several long moments (i.e. seconds) without attention returning to him, Ephraim struck out on weak and wiggly limbs, searching for her while the imprint of her scent began to fade once more from his infant mind.