Stavanger Bay We drew a map to a better place

Forever loyal to his Endore queen, Viggo nodded and turned when she suggested that they would look around some more. He knew this would not be the right place for them. Ptarmigan was meant to rule. Somewhere, deep down, she knew that. And he had known it from the moment that he had met her. Perhaps it was a fallacy, but so far, the Ostrega had stuck to her like velcro, and he had no reason to stop doing so.

So the duo turned their backs on the pack that might have taken them in for a short time, and fled elsewhere. Soon, he thought, they would find their rightful place.