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Cameo!

As if on cue, the lone boy cracked his jaws in a wide yawn when the yellow of his mother's eyes hardened upon him. A flash of pink tongue followed, as though to say, hi ma, I'm no threat. Eventually, the boy would learn his place in this world was not as assured as it felt in these early moments. For now, he turned over to his other side and let out a long, slow squeak of contentment, unbothered by the presence of newcomers nor his mother's disappointment.