Stavanger Bay not broken

Haha, totally shadow posted you, V!

At just over two months old, Floki knew that he wasn't allowed to venture to the ocean by himself. He was well aware of the rules, and for the most part he was fairly compliant. Jorunn was the mischief-maker of the group -- but Floki was his twin, and it should have been no surprise to anyone when Floki followed Jorunn to the shore.

He stayed far enough behind his brother that he remained undetected. Soon the beach spread before him, and the sea beyond that. He wiggled his toes in the sand, marveling at the way it almost matched the color of his legs. It felt rough and gritty and quickly got stuck between his toes, but he kind of liked it. His whiplike tail whirled behind him as he padded along, his curiosity getting the better of him.

He wasn't quite brave enough to approach the water's edge himself, but even if he had been, he would still have stopped short at the sight of the bear. Floki had never seen a bear in person, but there was no mistaking that he was looking at one -- he had hung on Charon's every word as the older boy talked about hunting and fighting bears. With his mouth slack and his eyes wide, he stood stock-still, simply watching from a distance as the great lumbering creature let the ocean lap at her legs.

Jorunn, on the other hand, took the opposite approach, immediately alerting the bear to the presence of not one, but two puppies.