Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

I'm the worst! :)

Viggo kept his gaze steadily on the scarred male's feet, ready for any sudden movements. He doubted such a thing would unravel into a fight, but Viggo was also too experienced to leave such things up to chance. At four years old, he'd been around the block a few times, and knew that personalities ranged from level-headed to short-tempered. He happened to be on the former side of things, but he already felt that Ptarmigan was on the latter. Not that he could fault her for it, but Viggo did hope to keep it in check.

Ptarmigan was the voice of the pair, and so Viggo remained silent, vigilant, and watchful. It was his place to do so. He did not want whatever he might say to conflict with what Ptarmigan wanted, after all.