Ocean's Breath Plateau otter wing

in the days since his birth, young sirmiq had grown plump and buoyant. toss him to the sea and there'd be a good chance he'd float right back to you like a buoy on a warm summer day. he often took to suckling on the foot or ear of one of his siblings when not the teat of any mother. gluttonous and gummy, he left a residual drool on anything that happened to be caught within his mouth. 

today it was the tail of a sibling, which one he did not know. 

what he did know is that once his chew-toy of a sibling was plucked away, he was left with nothing to suckle on, which resulted in a displeased squeak. another little bellow when taken away himself, and then a satisfied murmur when he latched on to yet another appendage amongst the pile of wriggling bodies. 

there he suckled, content and happy once more as the names of family swept over him.