Stavanger Bay And in the moonlight, all we're wearing is each other.

Any moment now, the Welcome Committee would come in. Streamers would fly, confetti would be shot off in small rocket bursts, great kazoos honked from every corner, babies kissed (and made), women cheering and carried off, a buffet would be rolled out with confectionaries, chocolate fountains, and sweets, champagne bottles would be popped and tall shot glasses overflowing . . . . . . .

Oh, I'm sorry, where were we?

Sunhawk was snatched from daydreaming by the sight of a wolf. A wolf so unpleasantly decorated with scars that he might have resembled Wyclops. Sunhawk's grin fell as he looked this man up and down. Tall. Ridiculously scarred. Very brusque. Chewed up like a shark took a few bites and then lost interest - probably on account of his meat being so old and dried. Ayup, must be the kraken's brother. "You Umbra's brother? Or her new beau..?" This man was just the right age for grandma (sidenote: That age is 'way older than Sunhawk ever wants to be'). "I'm Sunhawk. Who the hell're you?"