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

Quiet, you, was a not a command that Kevlyn understood, much less obeyed. His tiny brain did not compute the peace that came with quiet. He was bored, damnit, and he would be entertained, or he would be rid of this world!

Verrine's wet tongue slapped him in the face suddenly, dumbfounding him for a moment before his wailing began anew. Now, he wailed because he was wet, and because there was no longer the sensation of fuss in the den, even though the other cubs were active now as well. His cries echoed off the narrow den walls and came back as vibrations in his rib cage and skull, the only feedback he received being these feelings. When his ears popped open, maybe then he would come to appreciate silence.