Stavanger Bay not broken

Jorunn had never heard stories about bears, and if he had he certainly didn't remember it — he usually lost interest half way through and turned his attention to other things. He was nothing if not active, easily bored by stories. Instead of hearing about someone else's accomplishments he wanted to be the one they told stories about (and not the kind that ended in death of everyone because he was bad). Even then he wouldn't have known a bear if he'd seen one so he could not enjoy the irony of the moment. So focused upon his path he hadn't even realized that his twin was trailing him. It wasn't until the lumbering creature drew nearer, splashing out of the water towards him, each fall of her large paws on the pliable sand beneath her powerful. Jorunn felt the soft vibration through the shifting earth beneath them and his excitement escalated. He pranced from paw to paw now, nearly trembling from his excitement that he had gotten the unknown creature's attention; unaware of the danger he'd impeccably managed to put not just himself but his twin in. It was bound to happen sooner or later.

“Well do you?!” Jorunn demanded, seeking an answer. He was playing, ignorant to the fact that the bear's intentions were less than amiable such as his were. He was a child and simply didn't know better. Whatever instincts that had been telling him 'bad idea' went wholly ignored. He was a Viking after all, from a ruthless and savage culture that did not know the meaning of the word fear in the face of death (which he maybe faced now). The deep knowledge of his culture — a culture unknowingly weaved intricately into the marrow of Jorunn's bones — died with Ragnar but Jorunn did not understand such things anyway. He was how he was and for now it was that simple.

It was only when a savage bark resounded from somewhere behind him that Jorunn became painfully aware that he and the other creature wasn't alone. His head whipped back, ears pinning to his skull as the ivory figure of Atreyu — “tre” to Jorunn who liked nicknames and likely couldn't pronounce the older male's name yet — raced towards them. Floki was caught out of the corner of his eye. But Jorunn was confused. They were only playing so why was Atreyu being so mean to his new friend? “Hey!” Jorunn screamed at Atreyu and the bear. “'Tre we's jus playin!!!!!” He protested as he did everything: loudly. Jorunn didn't know Atreyu very well but he knew of him well enough because he was basically the only other one besides Charon, Levi and Thistle.

Jorunn didn't understand that the bear's intentions hadn't been well, as his own had been.