Ankyra Sound Ten sly piranhas

He was fed and watched, but Kevlyn was hardly spoiled, not like he was in Stavanger Bay. He missed the comforts of his previous life. He didn't have the words to say it and so often snivelled pathetically instead, but there was rarely anyone to comfort him here. It was a way of life that Kevlyn was neither prepared for or wanted. Being under the care of Julooke and Verrine, he'd had all he ever wanted. Now that seemed so far away and he seemed alone all the time.

He didn't get far on the sand before someone intercepted him. The female was tall, black, and slim. Kevlyn only knew enough to identify the colour as similar to Caiaphas'. He was so excited someone was visiting with him that he didn't even wince when she barked a brusque, known order out at him. Though he was desperate to comply—often doing what the adults wanted came with prizes, like cuddles and play time—he simply could not, for he was already standing.

Instead, the toddler twisted his head inquisitively, one ear flopping to the side and the other standing straight up, and said, "buh-uh?"