Stavanger Bay little memories, marching on

isengrim, sloppy and loud as he was, continued to clumsily frolic in the snow. occasionally he would flip over onto the ground and roll wildly on his side, issuing small growls to no one in particular as he play-lashed back and forth.

he stopped suddenly when he heard and saw a shadow overcome him: his little growls quietened and his jaw abruptly snapped shut as he squinted skyward to decipher from the glare of sun and snow who the wolf was. "PAPA!" he shrieked, scrambling onto all four feet to -- you guessed it -- attempt to glom on papa's front legs. as for what it was -- isengrim paused mid-glom and looked curiouly up to his papa, one ear flopping and head tilted. "oo?" while his siblings may have mastered a broad diction of words, isengrim was still stuck on the basics: NO!, papa, MOM, and oooh.