Stavanger Bay If only living was as easy now

He was unaware of the discomfort he caused the leader from his prolonged staring, so eager to uncover any more information she had. Usually, he would have averted his gaze, knowing full well that to stare an Alpha down was to challenge them, but his thoughts were elsewhere. For the moment, there was no Alpha. Just two wolves of the Bay plotting against the one who had felled the Jarl. Whoever he was.

His question was met with glazed over eyes and a shake of her head, his ears lowering as he listened. The excitement that had peaked with the idea abandoned him, causing his tail to fall as well. Gunnar was about a year old now, right? So the wolf had been in the Wilds close to a year then. He was no newcomer to the lands. And had apparently been familiar with the man he murdered. Or just very brave. Or very dumb.

Atreyu frowned again as Thistle warned him once more. Perhaps it was not the greatest idea — going into another pack's territory and rolling yourself all in their markings, covering yourself in their scent. Huh. Yeah, maybe not the brightest thing he had ever thought of. "What would you have me do?" he asked softly, not wanting to pressure the grieving wolf. Despite her answer, though, he was still going to investigate this.