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His siblings erupt into chaos- nips and woofs singing from unformed tongues. Judah joins them with a low sort of cough and tromps in half-circles about the stranger before catching his paw on a small stone and slipping down into the earthen den floor. He flops over onto his back and paddles the air with all four paws, peering curiously up at the new silhouette between mindless giggles.