Stavanger Bay this is the last time

Floki glanced up as Atreyu arrived, alerted to his packmate's presence by the familiar sound of his three-legged gait. He then shifted his gaze to his mother, who had begun to explain what she was doing and which herbs were ready for transport. He remained quiet for a moment, watching as she wrapped the dangerous plants with leaves to keep the chemicals from being absorbed into an unwitting wolf's mouth.

Charon announced that he would take the more precarious bundles, so Floki leaned towards the plants that had been deemed "safe." He gathered as much in his mouth as he could, until his cheeks bulged like a chipmunk, and then he readied himself to follow Thistle and Charon. Already, he could feel the stems poking his gums, although the taste wasn't unpleasant -- luckily, he was holding a bunch of mint, which would ensure that his breath stayed fresh for days after this experience.