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...