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He’d finally been sleeping when the visitor came, and immediately, he turned round to face her.

Woah.

His puppy brain couldn’t comprehend any words for her yet, but he stared, wide eyed and gawking, up.

He looked to mama who seemed happy to see this visitor, to papa who’d fallen asleep. They gave the indication this lady was good — and Simeon wondered, was this what angels looked like?

Fiery, and fierce. She made him want to cower and find shelter with her all the same.

Of course, Simeon did neither of these things. Maybe he would have if Kai hadn’t roared. Instead his brother pulled him from wonder again, and with a huff, Simeon shot out to tackle him best he could with a battle cry of, SeeEEEEmm!!

Mama always said something with a first sound like that to him and it always made him stop. He couldn’t remember the other half, but no worries! His mouth would be too busy trying to grab hold of his brother’s ruff.