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Tousaint felt the gentle vibrations of his mother's voice, and as they rose and fell along with her sides, he puffed soft, milky-sweet air into her fur with every breath he took. He settled his cheek against her side, pressing one ear into the downy fur of her belly, smacking his lips contentedly. The rhythmic dips of the melody paired with the regular kisses along his spine made him yawn, knead the air with his toes, and fall asleep with his paws curled against his chest.