Stavanger Bay Life happened.

Charon was alone for a bit, contently suckling on the teat that he had conquered, but after a while others followed and the den became busier, bustling with activity (or so it felt). Charon continued to suckle on the teat that he had first found, ignoring — for now — the activity all around him, and contently inhaled the scent of his mother.

For now, this was enough for the tiny Ostrega — it was all he knew, and all he needed until he grew bigger, to have a safe place where he was surrounded with family as he got the chance to grow.