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He was nestling into his twin’s rump when that shot out from underneath him and he jolted awake in surprise.  

By now he’d accepted that the smokey shadowy thingies were the same as him and not going to hurt him. The big ones gave lots of milk and baths. The small ones were good for cuddling up to for naps. But it still shocked him how quickly they jostled from one place to another, and his reaction was severely delayed as he watched his twin and brother spring towards the new smokey thingy that smelled vaguely familiar.

Judah did not rise to join them, but tilted his head up and up and up and up until he was looking at the very peak of it. This one was bright, a lot like his siblings and big smokey thing, and he took comfort in that recognition.  His mouth stretches in voiceless “yap” to greet them. His tail wiggles. Hello tall shape.