Horizon Ridge kill the boy

*sticks a detective's hat on him* All welcome!

The Jarl's untimely death had rocked the Bay, Thistle and her litter especially. Atreyu tried to help as much as he could — bar actually watching over the puppies, for he doubted his care-taking abilities and their squeaks and cries grated on his nerves. So the Gamma allocated himself to hunting and protecting the borders of their small pack, occasionally disappearing into the forest to brood. It was uncharacteristic, the usually sociable creature that Atreyu was. Ragnar's fate troubled him, however, and the scene of the crime — the murder — lured him towards the Ridge where they had retrieved his body.

Of course, any trace of the scuffle had been swept away with the tides, the scent of blood replaced with salt and fish. The foreign smell that had intertwined with Ragnar's own had also disappeared, though the yearling had locked it away in the back of his mind, determined not to forget it. It had been faint, of course, though distinctly male. That was all he knew of the murderer. His chances of the finding him was next to none but the boy already had revenge on his mind, oblivious to the fact that the Jarl's death had been an act of revenge, too. To him, it had been a random attack, or someone had it out for the Bay. There had been an issue with the pack up the coast before, though they had apparently all but vanished. Temper flaring, the boy's expression soured and he stalked along the coastline, ruminating once again.