Stavanger Bay the burden of awesomeness

Floki had woken from a nap to the sound of Charon's voice, and pricked his little ears to listen to his older brother talk. He liked the sound of his voice, so he stayed quiet for a few minutes, his chin resting on his forepaws as he blinked into the sunlight. There was a pause, and then Charon continued, his voice building in volume and intensity. Floki's tail began to pat the ground behind him, and then he took to his feet.

He padded out into the open air, his button nose wriggling as he was assaulted by scents from all directions. Slowly, he was learning to sort through all the smells, and he already had a catalog of familiar odors -- mostly belonging to the wolves that he spent time with. When his brilliant blue gaze fell on Charon, Floki gave a yip and bounded towards him, nearly tripping over his own large paws multiple times.

"Fankoo! Fankoo!" he cried at the top of his lungs, imitating his sibling's speech with excitement.