But eventually, Floki pauses his carving to check the smoothness of the surface, and that is when he senses a presence that is neither Helga nor woodland creature.
He turns around, and his expression brightens exponentially.
"Ragnar!" he exclaims, setting the knife aside and throwing his long arms wide, looking like a scarecrow wanting to embrace his friend.
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But eventually, Floki pauses his carving to check the smoothness of the surface, and that is when he senses a presence that is neither Helga nor woodland creature.
He turns around, and his expression brightens exponentially.
"Ragnar!" he exclaims, setting the knife aside and throwing his long arms wide, looking like a scarecrow wanting to embrace his friend.