Stavanger Bay It was a privilege, wasn't it?

Others welcome to hop in whenever!

When he wasn't immediately tended to, Kevlyn wailed louder. His lungs felt fit to burst with the sheer force of his voice, and the added pressure he was exerting on himself made him wail more. No matter what he did, Kevlyn couldn't seem to deal with his own dismay, and nobody seemed willing to help him out with it, at least not yet.

But something changed suddenly. Though he couldn't hear it, he could feel it both physically and emotionally. Something was wrong. Little did Kevlyn know that his doppelgänger was sitting a mere foot or two from him, wailing in harmony with him (but for different reasons). He didn't know what the problem was, but sensing it was enough to make him stop crying... For a moment, anyway. He took the brief break to sniffle away the snot that was collecting on his upper lip, and his whiskers quivered as he extended his wobbly head forward, sniffing but unable to actually pick up any scents just yet.