Stavanger Bay Wash away us all

As soon as Floki fell, he quickly righted himself. He didn't want to give the other animal the upper hand in this situation. With a spray of sand, he gathered his feet beneath him, and when his gaze settled on his companion once more, he saw that he was being approached. The puppy stiffened, the silver hair along his shoulders going rigid.

He didn't retreat any further, however. Instead, he kept his eyes focused on the creature's wiggling snout and quivering whiskers. He, too, gave the air a tentative sniff, and was met with the smell of wet fur. Formulating a plan in his head -- basically, that he would turn tail and run the moment he felt threatened -- Floki licked his lips and then said, "Hi."