Hokulani was counting the days. Soon her little family could return to the coast, return to where they belonged.
The pups were old enough to follow her outside, and Hokulani could go on trips without them now that Seastorm was being taught the instincts that told Hokulani how to mother. But, they weren't ready for the full trip home. They were still too young, too fragile, too clumsy.
Lounging outside the den under the comfortable chill of snowfall, she stares ahead with little behind her eyes. The fields were too quiet, they lacked the comforting push and pull of the ocean that she had been taught to love.
6 hours ago
Taamele, who did not yet know the ocean, was likewise not a fan of the field where he had been born. It was wide and open and dead, entirely lacking hiding places beyond the family's hole in the ground.
He cowered close to his mother's belly, watching a crow pick at the remains of a regurgitated meal - bits of bone and some gristle. "Buh?" he asked his mother, licking his lips anxiously.
He cowered close to his mother's belly, watching a crow pick at the remains of a regurgitated meal - bits of bone and some gristle. "Buh?" he asked his mother, licking his lips anxiously.
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