Stavanger Bay TiP TOE WiNG iN MY JAWWDiNZ

Doe waded into the waters after her daughter, tail waving goodnaturedly in the air. She was proud of her little girl, and there was a new fondness for her in the dark places of her heart. That sea would be among her first words, that she would be so much like her father - it brought a lump into the red mother's throat.

She spoke no more, but frolicked into the surf, encouraging Julep to come out further, if she wished. Doe would be there to pull her to the surface, if swimming did not prove to be instinctual.