Stavanger Bay stomp on it 'til it breaks

Hope you don't mind me. :P <3

Levi had been feeling quite out of it these last few weeks, perhaps even since his birth. First, he had been pushed out of the comfort of one world into the coldness of another, only to be confronted by the harsh reality of sight and sound. Then his brother and mother had gone missing, followed closely by his father, and most recently his sister. If not for Charon, Levi would have been alone in the world.

Despite that knowledge, Levi was still very much a depressed child. He did little to nothing every day. He might eat some, when Thistle or Ragnar prodded him to, but otherwise he would sleep or sit outside the den, staring out into the bleakness of the world, wondering what he had done to deserve such a cruel fate.

Today, he decided to follow Charon when he left the den. A change of scenery seemed interesting, even if he still felt rather foolish and depressed. Levi vaguely remembered coming to the beach with his parents when he was younger, but the feel of the sand beneath his toes was a new sensation. He was standing at the edge of the sand, wiggling his toes in the shifting material, when he heard a thump ahead.

The younger Ostrega looked up and saw Charon had tripped over a seashell, and the first traces of laughter erupted from him in the form of a snort.