Stavanger Bay If only living was as easy now

He accepted her greeting with a wave of his tail, returning to lick the underside of her maw in submission and a show of support. Her sadness was almost tangible, and her words confirmed her state. Atreyu's brow fell, glad the Bay's litter were doing well but still angered by what this unknown savage had done. First Charon and his brother and now the newest pups, cursed to grow up without a blood-related father. Of course, the pack would step in to help raise them with Thistle as was custom in packs, but they would never get to meet the mighty, silver-furred viking.

Atreyu nodded after the Alpha spoke with a small shrug. "Fine," he replied, though it was an obvious lie. Anger threatened to boil over and he had so many questions and his teeth just wanted to tear and rip into the stranger who had murdered their Jarl and whoever else he had associated with, but Atreyu kept it to himself. He forced a small smile towards Thistle, who looked as though gravity had become particularly heavy around her.

"We will find him," he said at length, referring to the savage. His eyes lit up with renewed determination. The scent that clung to the air of the scene had most definitely been male and, although it was the only telling thing that he knew of him, it was at least something. "And we will kill him."