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cam, cam answered proudly, as if it was the most important word in the world. that's me! he scratched at his ear with a hind paw, fervently at first, then slowing to something more idle and contemplative. that felt good, itching. he could have at that all day and be perfectly content. he wondered if the bigger shadow thought the same.

shadow. shadow must have a name, too, right? he straightened himself out and regarded the older boy curiously, head tilting further. cam? he asked. no, that was his name! things couldn't be named the same name; that would be quite silly. and very confusing.

no cam, he said, his tone definite. he shook his head, moving his mouth like a cow chewing its cud. waresyermom? he tried, latching onto the only other thing that the shadow had said.