
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]