Stavanger Bay my heart is broke, but i have some glue

rannveig had been straining the last of his piss over a rotted log when he heard footsteps. glancing behind him, he caught the prowling form of his brother, whose shadow spread out before him like the clawed mirage of a panther. shaking a leg after another burst of urinary effort, rannveig delivered a grunt and a wide beam of a smile.

"oh, it's bitchin' work." he concluded, smearing his paws along the sand so everyone knew he had been here. "you got any left in the tank? i could use a drink."