Stavanger Bay Hideaway

Only those who would reasonably be permitted to meet the puppies. Caretakers, maybe?

Thirteen hours had gone by and Kevlyn still hadn't shut up.

This time, he wailed because Liyani was too close. He alternated between loudly sniffling, kicking out his legs in an attempt to dislodge her from his side, and whining shrilly through his nostrils. By now, he was exhausted but could find no relief, and so sleep was slow in coming. If he had to suffer being awake, then so did everyone else!

Maybe he was succeeding in making his den mates miserable, and maybe he wasn't. No doubt Julooke could sleep through anything after delivering her pups, but the others were no doubt disturbed by him. The babes could not hear, but they could feel, and Kevlyn thrashed and kicked often enough to bother them, too.