Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

Atreyu let out a soft, indignant snort at the adult's smirking response. However, he was slightly surprised at the agreement. His parents had expressed their worries when he had brought up his intention to travel beyond their current homeland, thinking it just a phase and doubting the boy would even make it a single day. Atreyu was insistent though and, so far, he had proved himself capable – capable of surviving at the very least.

He dipped his head in a nod at the man's question, ears twitching as he strained to pick up the name he mentioned afterwards. "Have been for..." he faltered. How long had he been travelling for now? More than a month, he guessed, for it surely had felt as such. Had he not stumbled upon that carcass washed up on the shore weeks back, it would have felt even longer. At that fleeting thought of food, Atreyu's stomach let out a soft rumble, causing his ears to flatten in embarrassment. No, no, he was not hungry. He was a perfectly capable fisher, just last week he had caught a small fish. Granted, it had been in a rock pool. And it had been dead. It still counted, though. "My parents have let me travel," he explained proudly. "My name is Atreyu."