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Tauris’ excitement was palpable and if his tail could wag harder it surely did, transferring the battering from his sister’s nose to his mother’s limbs as she scooped them around his backside.

Swiftlet squawked in response to her shrieking for Figment—a series of sharp noises that approximated the ones she made in pitch and length but was far from matching them nonetheless. The tail end of his rendition of Tauris’ summons was cut just a tad short by Katla’s sudden upset. Swift turned to look her.

He knew her too, his ever-present companion, but he was not sympathetic to her distress. It was interrupting his joy. Swift was reaching in her direction to smack at the air in disapproval when his father swept into the den and dropped his nose to Katla.

Figment’s more frequent coming and going did not deny him the pup’s recognition. Swift knew his scent and presence too, even when his father was stationed dutifully outside the den, and married those with his dark shape instantly. Fig, when he finished with Katla and turned to Swift, was greeted heartily by his son’s outstretched limbs pawing excitedly at his face.