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He wasn't used to getting anything to himself. His whole life was shared with Isilmë, for which the boy was both grateful and occasionally jealous. Being young as he was, it was difficult to categorize these feelings, but it welled up in him all the same when Aure reached for the hide. She may as well have been his sister then, who was her father's daughter and fierce. She often won these tussles, though later in life he would often win other ones.

His muzzle wrinkled and a tiny growl burbled up from between his teeth, accompanied by the forward stretch of his ears. He held fast to the scrap until Aure's lips found it. Then he stood and tugged sharply on it, his growl intensifying although there was no malice or savagery behind his voice. He sought only to claim it for himself so he could curl up with it and nap the afternoon away.