Stavanger Bay angel from montgomery

Just like the tides of the ocean came in waves, so did Redshank's bouts of restlessness and peace. One moment he was calm and suckling, content as could be, the next the boy seemed to be at war with his very existence. At the moment, he was in one of his moods. He fitfully batted against the air as he lay on his back, having only just removed himself from one of Muses' teats and began to heckle one of his litter mates. Which one, he was not sure, he was only dimly aware that there were even others in the den besides himself and the giver of milk.

The cub moved to nudge another with his pugged snout, tiny squeaks escaping it as he harassed the unknown being. He was warm, he was fed, but he was unhappy.