why were you digging, what did you bury?

Much had happened in those first days since he was left on the beach under the supervision of the consorts. He was presented to Aktaie, the matriatch of the siren colony; he met with a male named Greyjoy, who told him he was brought to the cove to fulfil a great purpose; and he was moved from beach to cavern. Had he been older, Kevlyn would have realized they were no longer inside the pack's proper territory, but for now he knew no better.

There was another boy here, older and larger. So far the two had remained separate, if not by physical barriers then by the mental barriers of age and insecurity. Perhaps Larus wondered where Kevlyn came from, but Kevlyn wondered nothing about Larus except whether he would be as easy to beat for attention as Charon sometimes was. He instinctually concluded that it was unlikely and kept his distance.

It was yet another day of being captive to the sirens, but for Kevlyn it was much more. Today was the day he would ask Caiaphas to take him home. He was already creeping toward her with his body slung low and his ears back, much like he always approached Julooke in search of attention. His snout was lifted and lips simpered in an appeasing, subordinate expression. He couldn't say much yet, so presently he was quiey, though his manner might beckon her attention nonetheless.