It had been a while since Seal had last been fishing. It had been his main source of food for ages, when he was still living on his own, but now with him living in the colony, it had become a secondary concern. He had been called into Bloo's "office" a while ago though, along with Reward, Reach and (more surprisingly) Finn. The miner especially looked confused, still covered in dust and dirt, likely coming straight from the mines.   Bloo had given the four a kind of e...

The air in the colony was tense as the news spread—a collective sigh of disappointment echoing through the clearing. The last harvest had been meager to say the least, and the air was fille concern. Bloo, observed the unease in his colony, especially among the smaller ones, Predict and Preserve, who were by now old enough to understand why the adults were panicing. As the leader, he felt it was his responsibility to find a solution.   Bloo gathered a small team, the...

Two whelps happily padded into the shallow ocean water. Having seen how overworked both Roam and Fawn were, with all the whelps in the nursery, Twinkle had offered to take the two whelps to the beach to look for seashells. "What's the ocean like, Twinkle?" aske Predict, Preserve perking up and tuning into the conversation too right away. Twinkle chuckled, her eyes sparkling with excitement as the whelps were still exploring the shoreline. "Well," she started "the oce...

Twinkle looked around, eyes eventually landing on a brown-and-black Belemoid who was sat resting, looking out over the water. They didn't look particularly busy.   Finn hummed, eyeing the stranger with curiosity. "Hi there!" she eventually piped up, making the Belemoid perk up in surprise. "Ah! Sorry, didn't see you there." the stranger said, clearing his throat. "How can I help you?"   "Hi there! I'm Finn and this is Twinkle. We're looking for ...