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“Sounds like an awful lot of supervision, but I suppose it spread out” Riva replied, just a little tinge of astonishment in her voice. He chuckled softly. Yes, he figured it must sound weird from an outside perspective. He didn't lift his head to continue the conversation. He was comfy. "Not really. They had a clan to run, it was rare that all four of them were at home during the day. More often than not we were lucky to have one or two of our parents kicking around." he said, tail thumping against the floor a few times. The memories were pleasant.

“I don’t think I have any siblings. What was it like?” her voice was softened by an emotion he recognized as wonderment. "Loud. Everyone had something to say, all the time. We were all scrambling for attention, or getting into scuffles. The games we played, though, were the best thing around. There were so many of us, we could stage great battles if we wanted. Have you ever played tag with seven or eight other kids? It's the best." his low voice was warmed by fondness. He could remember days in the summer spent racing through the trees, or tussling outside the den. In between their lessons, of course. The clan placed a heavy importance on learning.

Thinking back to what she'd said, he frowned just a little. "How come you don't know if you have siblings? If you don't mind me asking." he didn't lift his head to pin her with a look, but he slid his cheek across the stone until his muzzle was pointed closer to his chest instead of straight out.

"speech"