Stavanger Bay I got that lava flow.

Fossil was lazily inspecting a sapling when a voice rang out between the trees, snapping him to attention. It was brief; his ears stood tall upon his head, and his expression held a mixture of surprise and concern. As soon as he caught a glance of the stranger, though, Fossil's gaze narrowed and his face melted in to a look of utter boredom - his usual demeanor.

"What am I doing?" His voice sounded grim, and not at all friendly. Fossil's tongue flicked across his lips, a nervous tic, but otherwise he was impassive in the company of this pale wanderer. He gave the other boy a cursory glance and noticed his posture, but in no way altered his own; if anything, Fossil became further relaxed. "Who's askin'?" Shrugging his shoulders, he took a few stiff strides around the sapling beside him - and then lifted his leg, letting a fresh stream of urine flow free.