It had been quite the busy few months for Brother Shark. More than a few. Since he and Sea Love had crossed paths again before the start of Winter Market. Not long after that she'd let him know they were expecting, and everything had sort of exploded from there. A wiser buck probably would have been content with what he'd had, and Shark did thoroughly enjoy Sea Love's company, but that hadn't stopped him from getting closer to Fisheye, or from flirting with a number of other does and bucks are the market itself, including one burly Totoma that'd stuck around for an extended visit to the bay.And now Brother Shark found himself the ringmaster to a literal horde of foals in varying ages, and quite overwhelmed because of it.
He crept now, as carefully as he could, out of Fisheye's den, hurrying across the sand towards his own cozy cave. Trying to sneak away for a little nap, or even just a few moments to himself. He wouldn't be so luck. At least one of the wobbly little foals had noticed him, and they were toddling after him, tripping over his own long tail as he ran unsteadily after his father. Shark noticed and paused, letting out a resigned sigh. "Alright, alright..."
Turning, he lowered his head to nose the side of the babe's head, steadying him. "You should be sleeping."
He could hear, now, more little bodies moving around inside the den and his ears laid back.
[Brother Shark, Lost to the Depths]
Fierce wouldn't notice the spindly, pale foal that had emerged from Fiseye's den, nor when that same foal seemed to notice him and give clumsy chase. Possibly not until the little one was stumbling at the large buck's feet, the sand tickling his nose making him sneeze before he was looking up at Fierce.
from his own den nearby, Abandons Fear could hear movement. His eyes opened slowly, carefully, and he minded his breathing to keep it relatively even. If it so much as changed a beat, he was fairly that the five sleeping forms around him would burst into wakefulness. When he had first begun to put on weight, he had thought nothing of it. When he had felt the stirring of life, though, his entire world had tilted, left him uncertain. Now, though, he was mostly just tired, and quiet. Shark had 
Lonely Cry had gotten up and stumbled gracelessly away from the heap, to the entrance of the den, and was watching, quietly, his Other Father and a few other grown-ups playing with a few other foals. He settled down by the wall, and settled back on his haunches, blinking slowly.
More of the babes in Fear's den were stirring, and it was only a matter of moments before Fairy Shark was up as well, crawling over to where his brother sat at the den entrance, called by curiosity. Too large ears flicked forward as he recognized the large buck on the beach, their Other Father, but he didn't know who the smaller kin were, nor the other foal that was with him.
"Sisters, please! Don't run from the bass! Come here, look at them! They're smiling! So endearing and sweet! We can help mom with lunch!"