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He remembered the day of their birth, and how he paced with père endlessly. How there was a greater beat in his chest that he didn't quite understand. Why he felt that way, he didn't know. Then, it was also true that Thibault didn't know why he felt a lot of ways. This one was..fickle, and strange. When maman was thirsty, water was brought to her before she needed to get up. What more was there to do? For him? Besides help maman, and he would do so at her call, and it was as simple as that.

The sun said goodbye to little Jadou that morning. Blocked when it appeared before his eyes, and then Thibault saw the mass of moving fur that made him feel so much bigger than he'd ever known to be. He'd seem them very few, but today he saw shiny blue eyes jump at him as his body and head blocked the entrance.

He had a brother! He'd known he did. Two brothers! And two sisters! The twins that looked much like himself, the girl who was very loud, and then this one-- the one who snorted and huffed at even the light. Even he, once upon a time, remembered wishing to stay under maman. The boy stood stupid and stiff.