Stavanger Bay not broken

Hope you don't mind a loud baby Juju. :P

Jorunn had been adventuring along the beach of the Bay, having snuck out, as per usual for the young legend. His disappearing acts had gotten measurably more frequent since Thistle and their older brother, Charon and Levi had relocated them to the 'rendz den (he couldn't remember nor say the full word for it). Sometimes Floki came along and some times Jorunn's identical twin decided that Jorunn's idea wasn't good news (they rarely were). Jorunn was brazen and totally fearless of the world around him, though this arrogance was born clearly of his utter ignorance of the true dangers that lurked. To the blissfully unaware Jorunn, the world was his oyster. As the child draped in platinum silver that tapered to sandy cream at his stockings and toes romped through the sand, warm from the sunlight that touched upon it, the crash of the waves loud in his ears as they slicked back to his skull as he tore vigorously through the sand — though his pace was slowing against the exertion and effort it took to run through the grainy terrain he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, milky blue that was star-bursting to sharp crystalline blue the older he got. 

At first it was a gray blob, his monochromacy making it hard to discern a shape initially. He applied the breaks, skidding to a stop his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he inhaled deeply to catch his breath. Through the brine of salt water he picked up a strange scent — not one that he'd ever came across before. Intrigued he followed it straight to the water's edge, where the waves could just rush up to splash at his toes and legs before it receded. A little closer than he'd been presently he could make out a shape though he had no name nor word for the creature in the waves. “Hey you!” Jorunn screamed over the roar of the ocean at the monotone colored shape, dancing at the water's edge, bouncing back and forth between his front paws. “You feelin' lucky punk!!?” Jorunn demanded in true Clint Eastwood fashion, his voice a excited scream (volume control and Jorunn did not work well together); unaware of the pressing danger of the creature's attention he desired to attract.