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Caelum wasn't a very initiative-rich child. He often followed his siblings when they were up to something, and he was the quiet sort, easily forgotten. He was wandering around as a light rain came down, trying to find something of interest; a scent to follow, or anything at all. This proved a difficult task as there wasn't much to be found; either because it wasn't there, because his nose wasn't refined and trained enough, or because the rain had washed the scents away.

Not until his nose picked up the scent of his mother, that was, and he turned around slowly to look at her. Caelum's tail wagged two or three beats, slow and steady, as he chuffed and walked up to her, intending to lick her chin in greeting.