Stavanger Bay lay low our warriors of old

Floki was nervous, but having Ragna right next to him was comforting. The pups pressed against each other, both silent and in awe of what was happening around them. Between peals of thunder Floki suddenly heard a giggle; startled, he looked to his sister. In the next instant, she had moved away from him, leaving his side feeling cold where her warmth had been only seconds before.

She raced away from him and he yelped, kicking his heels into motion before he could give it a second thought. He knew that he couldn't let her venture out there alone, even if he would have preferred to grab her by the scruff and drag her back inside. Mud splashed up to his elbows as he followed her with the gangly gait of a youngster. Thankfully, Ragna soon ducked beneath the protective branches of a tree and Floki skidded to a halt alongside her, his eyes wide and his heart hammering in his chest -- but with an exhilarated smile on his face.

Only once the storm increased in intensity did the pups retreat back to the safety of the den -- and it was shortly after their return that Charon arrived and whisked them away to find shelter.