Wheeling Gull Isle sea spiderlings

There was warmth everywhere, and no matter which way Mur maneuvered his tiny body, it seemed like he would never be able to get away. To some degree, it could have been likened to suffocation; the air was almost too thick to inhale, and that which did make it inside couldn't make it out. It was for this reason that Mur wailed the way that he did through the night; his screams pierced the air, only stopping when pitiful whimpers took their place.

There was a new scent nearby which managed to steal away the child's attention for a moment. He tried his hardest to crawl toward it, but without his sight, it was just an aimless journey away from the rest of his tribe.