Stavanger Bay Wash away us all

"An otter?" Floki asked; the name wasn't familiar to him, but he immediately began to associate the word with Olly's appearance. Living in Stavanger Bay and so close to the sea and its tributaries, he would likely become familiar with otters as he grew up. The creature returned the question, and the pup drew himself up taller, emanating Charon in that moment.

"I'm a wolf," he replied. He was growing braver -- especially as he thought of the way Charon would interact with an otter -- and added, "I live in the forest. Do you stay in the water all the time?" He gestured over his shoulder with his snout, back towards the trees beyond the beach; there was a well-worn path there that would lead to his family's den.

When he looked back, the playful otter was scampering away, splashing through the water. It seemed like he was inviting Floki to play, but the pup was not nearly brave enough to venture into the ocean -- not after what it had done to Jorunn. So he watched his sea-faring friend for a short while, then turned and padded back up the shore, heading for home to tell his mom about his experience.