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The young whelp found that his attempt at nursing was relatively short lived. A pressure had formed at the back of his little frame and soon made its way along his spine - like a weighted blanket - that cloaked his figure. Illidan squeaked in protest but after a few short minutes, had grown used to the sensation of his brother-cloak. The dark hooded young man found an interest in trying to move with the additional weight. His arms stretched and he scrambled to try and wiggle forward but ended up much like a turtle who had stuck its shell on a slightly elevated stone. All of his legs worked together to pull forward but they only succeeded in leaving marks on the den floor and causing a mewl to rise from his mouth. It was not a cry for help, but a chance to spur some sort of immeasurable strength to move himself and Rhakios from where they were.