Stavanger Bay new friends!

Oh! There were one, no two! wolf friends over there! Dangerously, stupidly, Fynn barked with joy and crossed the boundary line of the territory. He shouted out towards them, “Hello hi I am Fynn! Are you wolves? Oh, you’re huge! My friends were right! Oh, wow, this is great!” He was drawing nearer and nearer, unaware of just how territorial wolves were, unaware that he may or may not be about to lose a good chunk of fur, if not his life, for trespassing into their territory. But Fynn was just a Good Dog. He did not understand the ways of his wild cousins.