Stavanger Bay Life happened.

The small puppy squirmed into life, his breaths coming in short, shallow gasps as the warm coating was pulled away from him, replaced with the damp fur of his twin as they were placed beside each other. Levi yawned, turning toward his much more animated brother, and settled down next to him for a long, well-earned nap.

But it wasn't long before Levi jerked awake, this time with a strange sensation in his belly. What could it be? He had felt something like it before, in the womb, but nothing quite like this. It was soon after that the larger wolf, the one whom he would later call Mommy, scooped him up and laid him at her teat, neatly arranged next to Kevlyn, the last along the line of four pups.

The little grey worm found a teat and latched on, wrapping his lips around it and suckling heartily, droplets of warm, precious milk leaking onto his cheeks as he gorged himself for the first time. Then, after what seemed like a long feast, Levi curled against his brother and slept again.