Stavanger Bay Little Angels wrapped in fur

Floki's daily schedule for now was yell, sleep and eat, sometimes he would crawl around the den or clamber over one of his siblings. And when he tired, he would sleep and the cycle repeated over and over again. He loved sleeping, dreams came to him, but more often than not he did not understand the content. It did not matter though, because most of the time it was more interesting than present life. There was no adventure for the young Berserker, not when he was blind and deaf and couldn't even walk on four paws. Adventure right now was crawling blindly around his current home, and he tired extremely quickly.

A warm lick on his head awoke the trickster and he let out a small whine when something poked him from beside, his twin Jorunn. Twisting his head towards the direction of the pup who had poked him, he stretched himself forward and attempted the return the poke.