Stavanger Bay If only living was as easy now

Atreyu snapped his head up to stare straight at the Alpha as she spoke, her muzzle creasing as she tried to determined where the scent had come from. His heart began to thud, realising that if she remembered — even the most minute detail — they would have a stronger lead. Anything would help. His ears swept forward as far as they could go as she continued but revealed no more information, instead cautioning him if they ever were to find the stranger. Even though they knew nothing about him, he had already proven himself strong, having taken down a wolf such as Ragnar.

So, a male. Most likely strong. Big.

Atreyu's own brow furrowed as he gazed at Thistle, seemingly puzzled by her request. "Of course," he replied, knowing full well that if they were to get their revenge on the wolf it would take more than just himself. Hell, if they got really lucky, Thistle would be there herself to exact justice upon the murderer. He was pleased, however, that she didn't discourage his aspirations. They were a brutal pack when they chose to be, and now was definitely one of those times where they would rear their mighty heads and show the Wilds what sort of vikings they truly were.

"You said you knew the scent? Where? Can you remember anything else?" The boy suddenly got to his feet. "I can go to the other packs! And...and bring their scent back here for you!"