Stavanger Bay let me down so i can fly, fly, fly

Raptor was a young wolf who, on one paw, had not fully reined in his emotions and so could be controlled by them, and on the other paw, was also capable of moving about through life with a remarkable nonchalance and reverting to that way of being rather quickly. It was a disposition that was even more prevalent when he was liquored up and rum-happy.

Somewhere in his core he still doubted Sandpiper's sincerity. That distrust had been quite literally beaten into him time and again long before he ever met her. But for now she seemed genuine enough and he was at least willing to go along with it to see where it lead. Such was his reckless, impulsive and strangely adventurous mindset. That and she brought him food, which went a long, long way to winning him over.

"Okay then," he conceded, and in that instant his voice had become lifted to its usual blitheness, and his misery seemed to dissipate as quick as a puff of breath on a cold day. He swaggered over to the horseshoe crab and latched on to its tail. He had no real ideas yet for how to crack that shell and get at what he supposed was the edible meat within. So he resorted to noisily and crudely banging the thing against the rock he had brooded on.

He expected his acceptance of her apology would have her turning around in a jiffy.