Ocean's Breath Plateau in between spaces

Sea Hunter's arrival was a loud one. He drew his first breath in a gulp, as large as his new lungs would allow, and he yowled. His cries carried on as his down-soft furs were cleansed, as he was poked and nudged and prodded, and only when his mother's focus returned to her labouring did his voice lessen.

He found comfort later, when all around him had settled and the tension ebbed away. There was love and warmth in the lodge, enveloping him in the form of parents and siblings. Sea Hunter nursed his fill then cooed sweet little sounds as he nosed among the other small bodies who shared his space.