This one has no name. He does not know how he got here. The water is dark and murky, the beings above the water odd even by his standards. He has seen many strange things after the pink and squishy ones took him to these waters. He misses home and his friends, his family. He had a mate and a pup, he was alright before he was taken to these strange waters. Sometimes this one is scared, and often lonely without others.

Then others came. They were not like the squishy ones, they had shells like the ones this one is used to knowing. They came after another one, who this one chased after from his eagerness for company. They trapped him by the neck in the squishy ones' place, but he escaped and they were gone. He didn't like them anyway, though for that time they made nice company. He followed the first one again, and caught up this time.

The first one did not like this one's greeting. It exploded and swam away. There is no one else here now. It upsets this one, he has been lonely for so long and the first one was a very welcome sight to see.

He cannot leave and try to get back home. He tried. The squishy ones put on their harder bodies and made him go back, and it hurt. He doesn't understand why he cannot leave. He has been here for what he has heard the squishy ones call "that which is known in the Earth terms as years, in the amount of twenty". He does not have much time left, he is old and can feel his body weakening though he is still strong.

Sometimes this one wishes he could see his mate again, and his pup. He wonders how they are doing. He knows his mate can hunt, and must have taught the pup in turn. They can survive well without him, but still he wishes he was able to see his pup grow up. This one's mate was a wonderful one, and did not mind his particular way of greeting. He knows the separation was painful for his mate too, as much as it was for him. His pup was young then, very young. It had been the other week when he first saw the pup, and she was precious. Fierce like this one and his mate. She would survive. Pups did not often survive very long, this one's kind had predators, more than this one could ever count.

There are no predators here.

Sometimes this one wishes there were.