Two Weeks Post-Birth:
The chamber had been completely reorganized to accommodate six increasingly mobile, increasingly destructive snakelings.
Barriers of woven kelp blocked access to the deep pools (after the third-born had managed to fall in—twice).
Loose items were stored in sealed containers (after the fifth-born ate a piece of coral and had digestive issues for two days).
Sharp edges were covered with softened seal leather (after the second-born tried to shed its first layer of baby scales and got stuck on a rough outcropping).
And the medicine supplies were now kept in a locked chest (after the incident with the fish oil bottle, followed by another incident involving the entire herb collection being scattered across the floor).
"It looks like a war zone," Granite observed, having stopped by to check on them. The massive bear stood at the chamber entrance, taking in the organized chaos with bemused sympathy.
