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Deaf, blind but touch and taste. Each sibling felt different. One was wiggly and her vibrations were loud. Another quiet and stoic, not that he knew those words yet. But he could feel the up and down as he breathed. Amd the other quiet too, but in a different way. He shifted towards the one whose vibrations were quieter and distressed. Curling near him. Trying to seek out his fur with nose and paw.