Stavanger Bay Pop music 101

@Thistle Cloud This is dated forward about 2 days to the 1 week mark.

One week had passed since the birth of the Ostrega brood, and they had all effectively doubled in size, if not exactly. Much of that growth had been outward, as rich milk distended the pups' bellies until they were practically just balls of fat and fluff, but there had been a little lengthwise. They were all impressive specimens in their own right, in some ways and in others.

Kevlyn had become almost excessively rotund in his first week, and of course, being Kevlyn, whined about that. Most of the outright wailing had dulled into a constant, high-pitched whining, with an occasional sharp yelp thrown in for good measure. One week of life had done nothing to silence the complainer. Unfortunately for all who shared his space, he wasn't capable of shutting up. It was almost as hard as not breathing, and he had learned firsthand when Levi fell asleep on his throat that that was hard.

He was squirming around on his belly, flailing and grappling with stubby limbs, and whimpering with every haul. Sometimes his apparent distress was punctuated with grunts, and once or twice he paused to fart or hiccough, but mostly he squirmed and whined, blind and aimless as always.

Pop 101 -- Marianas Trench