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

Ragna was soaked to the bone and chilled, but a feral excitement thrummed through her as the storm whipped wildly about. Floki had spent less time out there with here, so she thought that maybe he hadn't been able to feel what she felt. It was scary, and she flinched with every crash of lightening and roar of thunder. But she had felt that the storm was a living thing, clawing its way through the sky and descending on her home. It was an wrathful, wild thing, and she knew exactly what it was. A wolf with eagle's wings, tearing its great claws into the earth and beating its great wings to kick up winds that ripped the leaves from their branches.

It was hard to hear over the wind, but when Charon came, she went with him gladly. Like Floki, she kept close to him, understanding that her mother would be upset if she ran off. A flash of lightning had lit Floki's back as he climbed from the den, and Ragna was right on his heels, skittering towards the comfort of an adult. Now that he was here to take charge, she didn't have to be so brave anymore. She couldn't wait to tell him what she knew now, that she had found her squire.