Ravensblood Forest grillwalker

The man’s voice almost seem to soften as he replied to Atreyu’s inquiry about the forest. Almost was. The boy wondered what had happened. Had the prey moved? He remembered his own family had occasionally had to leave places prematurely as whatever fish or other animals they used as their food supply had peculiarly run out. Or perhaps the packs he mentioned were pressing in too close? Whatever the reason, Atreyu made note to wander further down southwest to check out this Stavanger Bay.

The boy grinned a little sheepishly back at the Alpha as he helped him with the proper pronunciation of his name, although he kind of liked his on–the–spot nickname for the white male. It also made him curious about the scars Ragnar harboured - they didn't seem natural. It was a peculiar pattern, somewhat different to the smaller nicks and cuts across his muzzle.

Lead the way. Atreyu grinned and nodded again, pleased that he would be able to take the lead of this hunt. However, daylight was fading fast and, soon, they would have to rely more on their hearing to pick out the sounds of their prey. A small seed of doubt began to form in the youth's mind but he ignored it, determined to show his capability to the man. "Well, I've caught plenty of rabbits before," he lied, spinning on his heel and dipping his nose to the ground, pretending to search for a scent. In actuality, he had no idea what he was meant to be looking for and was unable to sort through the various smells. Looking back at Ragnar he then added, almost questioningly, "So...we have to find a burrow..."