Wheeling Gull Isle it's a hard-knock life

First came one stranger, and that was more than enough for Droman, but then came Stockholm, and he immediately began to feel a bit overwhelmed. It was one thing to have someone to keep him company while he lounged, but having two other wolves to entertained while he worked was another. After releasing an exasperated sigh, the boy stepped back from the water and moved to greet each male with a respectful nudge to the shoulder.

Well, I was just..., he began, noticing the creeping crab out of the corner of his eye. With one ear perked and another lax, he nodded toward it to give both packmates fair warning. I was going to go for a swim. I guess I shouldn't, though; it was a dumb idea.