Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

Well, he wasn't wrong.

Atreyu was slightly taken back by the kid's retort, and took a moment or two to regain his former look of haughtiness. He tried to appear offended, as if he couldn't believe that he would ever celebrate the fact that the annoying freckled ward of Stavanger Bay had somehow mysteriously died. However, while he wouldn't be jumping for joy, he had to admit he wouldn't be too torn up about it if Charon were to...disappear.

Pushing the thoughts from his mind — oh Gods, what if Ragnar could read minds? He would be done for! — Atreyu snorted and shook out his ruff. "No, I'm serious," he said, trying to sound as genuine as he could. "You're like...the heir or whatever, right?" He cringed inwardly as he said that, realising that the title of Alpha in a few years would almost certainly be favoured towards the current Alpha's children — adopted or not. "Anyway you looked dead. You sleep like a log."