Stavanger Bay not broken

Charon paused and Floki took the opportunity to squirm, although he didn't move enough to make his brother loosen his grip. He craned his neck around, trying to look back towards the bear and Atreyu and the great, wide ocean that had swallowed Jorunn, but suddenly Charon was moving again. Floki hadn't seen the bear rip Atreyu's leg from his body, but he heard the crunching of bones and tearing of flesh, and he squealed fearfully.

Branches and leaves battered him from both sides as Charon plunged into the forest, leaving the beach behind. But soon, the older boy dropped down into a burrow and released his hold on Floki, tucking the both of them into the hiding spot. Floki obediently curled up beneath Charon's protective forearm, his ears flattening against his head. "Shhh," Charon instructed, but Floki peered up at him and asked in a tremulous whisper, "Juju? Treyu?" Were they okay?