Stavanger Bay bird brain

Floki listened attentively as Saskia described her family and former residence. He was mostly interested in her description of the land, however -- he wasn't familiar with the word "prairie," but she provided a descriptive explanation that painted a picture in his mind's eye. He imagined a wide, open space, empty save for a few massive trees here and there. Definitely different from the Bay, but that didn't make it any less beautiful.

"I want to see the prairie sometime," he said with a smile. He hadn't ventured away from home before, but the thought of exploring other territories suddenly appealed to him. "How far away is your prairie?" he asked, liking the feel of the new vocabulary word on his tongue. Maybe one day, when he got a bit bigger, Saskia could take him for a visit.

The packmates talked for a bit longer, until Saskia decided she was ready to exit the reeds and brave the beach once more. Floki led the way, leaping into the air and snapping his teeth at the birds that watched from far above; luckily, they seemed to have lost their interest in pecking at the thrall.