Author's Notes:
My seventh and final drabble for Challenge 347: Silver at tw100.

Summary: The Silverlings are fitting in well.

By the time the Silverlings were three months old, they ranged between twelve and fifteen inches long and everyone could tell them apart. They were growing so slowly now that Owen was sure they were almost full-sized.

They were also much more independent, ranging through the Hub’s many levels in search of food, tackling everything from small insects to rats, which they joined forces to hunt. Ianto was pleased; the archives tended to attract vermin but he seldom needed to resort to traps now.

Jack hadn’t seen a spider in weeks!

For once the Rift had done Torchwood a favour.

The End