Stavanger Bay briskly venture, briskly roam

After spending several days at the seashore, Junior hung back today. It was raining rather heavily and though she really didn't mind it, Ragnar told her to stick close to the den. She might have resented this command but she had a stomachache (the result of swallowing too much seawater, not that she knew it) today anyway and didn't much feel like going anywhere.

Taking shelter beneath a tree, Junior slumped forward onto her belly and began to clip the wet grass with her teeth as her two-toned eyes stared idly at the rain-washed terrain. At one point, she paused and squinted, sure that she saw a shape moving toward her through the billowing curtains of rain...