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

Levi's mewling quickly changed from distressed to all-out panicked when Verrine picked him up, but soon he was calmed when his mother's smell and touch once again permeated his little bubble. He mewled again but turned toward Julooke's teat and began suckling, wondering if his brother would ever shut up.

If he could think more logically, Levi would think Kev would be a good chronicler or outrider, because he liked to hear himself talk. Or wail, as it was now. But right now he simply wanted his brother to calm down, and his belly to be full; at least one of these things was happening as he suckled at his mother's teat.