Stavanger Bay not broken

poor Atreyu~! D:

let me know if any of the Flóki-pp should be edited!

Charon kept running, glad for Atreyu’s distractions and glad that Flóki’s instincts kept him from trying to struggle loose. When they reached the edge of the forest, Charon turned to look around. He intended to put Flóki down to rescue Atreyu too, but his plans soon vanished when he turned around.

There he saw the gruesome image of Atreyu being held by the bear by a leg. Eyes widened and Charon froze, unable to move, paralysed by fear.

Only when a sickening crunch removed Atreyu’s leg from his body Charon was able to move again. He tightened his grip on Flóki’s scruff and without another moment of thought the youth crashed into the forest. Had he not held Flóki, he would’ve made a beeline for where Atreyu had run off to, but as things were he moved only straight into the forest. He was too scared that the bear would come after them to follow any other path.

When he passed a small shallow den underneath some tree roots, Charon let go of Flóki’s scruff and nudged his behind to make him go in there. Then Charon pressed himself in too. There were roots around them and enough earth to protect them from the bear’s wrath – should it choose to pursue them rather than follow Atreyu’s trace of blood or take its prize and go; Charon hadn’t stuck around to find out – and Charon hoarsely whispered ”shhhh” to his little brother while he wrapped his paws around Flóki, to protect him, and maybe to make sure he didn’t run off, just in case.