Abandons Fear turned his head, and followed Depth's gaze. She was a sensible little lamb, if a bit... stubborn. But he had come to trust her judgemental stare, at least. And, frankly, as he saw the little lads squirming their way out of the cavern. Lonely Cry was following Fairy Shark to their father- who was talking to one of the older foals- a young buck, one of his sons? Maybe? Abandon nosed Depth softly, and then nosed her softly. "Stay put, little lamb," he pleaded softly as he rose, and sauntered on out after his sons, towards Brother Shark and Bass.

"Lo, Brother Shark-" he rumbled, sparing a look to the frantic boy as he bleated about 'the girls'. "Something... wrong?" he asked. Lonely had finally caught up to the little group. He was blinking softly, peering from one bigger sibling, to his parents, then back to Fairy Shark.

Another small form had begun to roam- a small, dark filly, a smattering of paler cream speckles and a brown belly, out of Fisheye's cavern. Her blue eyes squinted in the sun, and then, she set out. Two of her sisters had run off. Where had they got to? Were they having fun without her? She wanted fun! With a flick of her long, heavy tail, she picked a direction, and started out.

Appeal wrote:Lo, another sister for poor Bass to be missing, or for Fishy and Herring to play with?

Beejoux wrote:Behold, help and hindrance in turns.

It's All About the Bass has a sinking feeling that he can't explain: I'm doomed.

"So much in the ever living bass is wrong!"

Red Herring and Fishy quietly try to get the attention of their sister who creeps out of the den.

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Two of the girls were missing.

A sinking feeling settled in the pit of Brother Shark's stomach, and the buck lifted his head, searching down the beach this way and that, towards the cresting waves. Looking for any flailing little legs in the surf but thankfully not seeing any. "Fishy and Red Herring," he answered Bass, gaze catching on Abandon's Fear about half a second before he noticed two more of his sons wobbling clumsily across the sand towards them.

Lost looked around the broad frame of his father at the two other approaching foals, and he moves curiously towards them, fluffed tail wagging excitedly. All the babes were young yet, Brother Shark hadn't brought them all together to meet just yet. He wasn't sure he could handle overseeing eleven babes all together all at once. Not just yet.

He looked up at Fears, unconcerned about the trio of foals at their feet for a moment. They weren't missing, merely restless. "Two my my girls have wondered away from Fisheye's den."

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seru_ame wrote:

THOSE WERE THE NAMES. THOSE NON-BASS NAMES. It's All About the Bass was embarrassed to be at the den step of the father more or less, hiding from his mother because he lost two of his younger sisters under his care.

"This never would have happened if they were bass," he muttered. "I don't know what to do! How does one catch foals?!"

He was never trained for this! He needed to get his fish together before his mother came home.

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