Moonspear and here we go, life’s waiting to begin

At four weeks old baby Seal was as round as a potato and growing steadily. Despite her spherical figure, her equally chunky legs found their footing. Each day she crawled more and more and motored around every inch of the den floor with sister Orca.

Eventually, that crawl became a waddle. One fat paw was placed in front of the other as she innocently followed Meerkat like a wee duckling.

However, when Seal reached the precipice of the den’s entry everything changed. The light was different and there were so many unusual smells! The sun beamed down upon them. Seal put on the brakes and shrunk back, even as Meerkat kept going.

Little cries of distress warbled from Seal as she turned to Orca for comfort. Then, she peeked outside once more – her many whiskers gathering bits of dust. Conflicted, she cried a little louder (after all, her parents had always come running before!). Oh sister, what do we do?