Stavanger Bay fury and reason

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Floki couldn't stop the saliva from pooling in his mouth as he watched the white wolf stir and then lick the fish. The taste appeared to be enough to rouse him, for he re-positioned himself as though preparing to eat. Had he not shifted, Floki might have taken back his gift and swallowed it in one bite as he high-tailed it across the beach; however, while his stomach was empty, he was pleased that he had been able to help a stranger.

His ears cupped forward as the male thanked him and then introduced himself. "You're welcome, Kierkegaard. I'm Floki," he replied, taking a step back. Kierkegaard moved to consume his meager meal and Floki took that as his sign to depart. He didn't speak anything further, but turned and trotted up the coast, his paws pressing into the wet sand as he continued north.