Stavanger Bay where the emptiness we leave behind on warm air rising

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isengrim didn't have time to rest on his laurels; no -- no sooner had he squashed the uprising, did the uprising squash him. he bleated loudly as a foot connected with his mouth -- and then he cried again as the weight shifted and pushed his gums and eyes up in an absurd grin.

he squirmed in protest, freezing as an unfamiliar sensation trickled over him. it was warm at first, so he didn't mind it -- but once it had run its small course he was left shivering, unsure. he wasn't about to left behind though and clambered again for the source of warmth, competing by jostling shoves and rudepaw little feet. he would use whatever he could to step on and over, consequences or children be damned. he was too young to recognize the affront in julep's torrent, but rest be sured, he would get his eventually.