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Raleska, it turned out, was not the same as Caiaphas. When Ephraim chanced to call out his shrill puppy whistle to be consoled, she was often there. The finer nuances, such as the begrudging sighs that might have accompanied her ministrations, were of no consequence to the boy who could not hear or sense them, and so he felt for Caiaphas a glowing sort of love. For the fading scent-mark in his memory that was Raleska, he felt mostly curiosity, for she didn't give him what he wanted when he demanded it the same way their mother did.
So he searched, rapidly forgetting just what he was searching for, until the imprint was renewed with Raleska's fresh scent as he entered her narrow bubble again. With a pleased squeal the newborn launched himself forward with paddling paws, dragging his considerable bulk into a slow motion collision with Raleska, who just happened to be poised for tipping. She went down kicking, taking Ephraim in the gut and throat as he attempted to steamroll over her and causing him to cry out and stop short, pudgy belly resting comfortably on her shoulders with his upper half draped inelegently over her head.