Stavanger Bay talking bodies

Floki's heart thrummed wildly in his chest as the excitement and anticipation built. Even though he was young, his instincts allowed him to act and react in play -- and engaging with Jorunn was one of his favorite things. He released a high-pitched yelp as the slightly older twin pounced, and braced himself for impact. But instead, there was a tap on his nose and a single word uttered -- enough to change the game entirely.

He grinned, understanding that he was "it" and his job was to catch Jorunn. His sandy-colored legs flew into motion, paws churning up the soft earth as he raced after his brother. A few times, he stumbled over his feet -- which remained much too large for his body -- but he bore down quickly on the zigging and zagging Jorunn.

"TAG!" he yelled in return, although he had forgotten a very important piece of the game -- he hadn't reached out to touch Jorunn. But he had already slammed on the brakes and was now moving in the opposite direction, eyes wide and tongue lolling from his mouth.

The boys played until they were exhausted. They returned to the den and flopped unceremoniously to the ground and promptly fell asleep.