Stavanger Bay calm before the storm

He shouldn’t have been surprised, but he was. He’d only spent a few times with the coastal wolves, but he’d grown accustomed to their risky antics. They would’ve loved to slam their skulls into a tree, or more accurately, slam his skull into a tree.

Really? he asked before quickly following up with, O-ok. A part of him thought she’d changed her mind if he asked too many questions.

Phillip walked up to the tree, and hesitated when she issued a warning. He knew how bad that would hurt. 

He took a deep breath. R-right. Ok, let’s do it. Then he jumped up on the trunk. Phillip peered around the side of the tree and waited for some sort of que.