Swiftcurrent Creek baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

The noise that his brother made was enough to draw Shark's head back. His lip hung on his tooth, glinting as the light touched the ivory fang underneath. His head tilted, curious and confused. The ears atop his head were perked. He hadn't heard Saturin make that kind of noise before. And he wanted to hear it again. 

Shark yapped at his brother. His tail thumped against Saturin as he demanded another strange babbling.