Stavanger Bay tell the mirror what you know she's heard before

okay. being greeted with a mouthful of teeth was not rannveig's idea of a normal greeting, especially not after being kindly yodeled to. he slammed on the brakes and regarded dalia with a wounded pout, though it disappeared (melted, really) as she mentioned she had just been scared.

he felt a little bad.. but also, he kind of liked the idea of being intimidating. his idea of a macho-man was one that somehow looked gruesome as a rabid boar, and just as strong, but then somehow won over all the ladies. these warring ideations were not thoroughly investigated on rannveig's behalf - and if they had been he would have realized most women did not find boars any more attractive than they found rabies - especially when put together.

"well, i could join you if you wanted. what are we patrolling? the beach?" his tail wagged as he looked hopfully upon dalia -- surely she couldnt say no to some company, right? unless it was ford's or velen's -- then he would understand, because they were not as exciting or handsome as him (right???).