Stavanger Bay [bwp/storm] what will you do when they come for you

The incoming storm had put Floki on edge; for the past few hours, he had alternated between cowering in the back of the den and peering cautiously outside. Ragna was much braver than he was, and he had spent a short time lingering in the drizzle with her, but had eventually retreated once more. This wasn't the first storm that the pups had experienced -- clouds and rain often blew in from the coast -- but there was something different about this one. It seemed stronger; more relentless.

He was relieved when he heard Charon's shout, and was already anticipating the appearance of his brother when the young Beta skidded to a halt outside the homestead. Thunder rumbled behind him and his surroundings were momentarily backlit by a fork of lightning; Floki swallowed hard and steeled himself, mustering all the bravery that he could and padding on shaky legs towards Charon.

"I'm scared," he said quietly, pressing himself against his older sibling's white legs as he waited for the rest of his family to exit the den and join them. He wasn't sure where they were going, but he trusted Charon implicitly.