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Ciaran had ended up at a weird angle somehow or other. Wiggle around enough and it'll happen sometimes, and right now that was ok -- he was stuffed and happy, just hadn't dozed off yet. The light from the den had flooded half of his field of vision, and though it was kind of uncomfortable with it, the natural shifts of the light were subtle enough that he hadn't minded it. Or such had been the case until a dark blot had quickly come into view and blocked it out. Such a sudden appearance! He yanked his wobbly head back, yipping and yowling and attempting to crawl away from the new changed thing he couldn't quite focus on, to hide near his mother all of an inch or so away.