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He landed his hit on Malakai and they rolled in the dirt together. Simmy had meant to shut Kai up, but his brother laughed — taking their squall as a game — and maybe that’s all it actually was. Wrestling rolled the tension from his shoulders and soon, a giggle of laughter spilled from Simeon too, even when Kai tried to shove him off. Simmy gave his brother a playful shove back even in Kai’s retreat, an internal retaliation against the dominance Kai tried to hold over him.

He didn’t really hear what mama said, except what sounded like a new name — a name for the stranger, who beat the air with a funny wave of her paws.

To-wee!! Simeon repeated his mother’s words, and charged after his sister and brother with a laugh. Rather than climb her, he slapped himself full force into a plead to play, only to throw his paws up to try and mimic the dance of the stranger’s paws.

Gramma Twee!