Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

Bit of PP assuming Charon followed him <3

At Charon's question, Atreyu gave a soft tch, amusement flitting across his features as he shook his head. He wished he had a slave. What he would actually use one for, though, was another matter entirely, but the thought of being wholly in charge of even just one wolf was an exciting thought indeed. Perhaps they would be his personal pack horse for his fishing trips. Or someone to send through treacherous looking areas before he went exploring through them himself. His thoughts drifted before the youth snagged his attention again.

"Hell yeah I do," he replied, genuinely pleased that Charon showed an interest in this place. With a flick of his tail, he spun around and loped into the trees, gesturing for the boy to follow.

It wasn't a long journey for they had been near the heart of the forest to start with anyway, and the place wasn't hard to miss. With an arrogant swagger, Atreyu strode into the middle of the clearing, confident that the place didn't hold any captives at the moment. He cast a curious gaze around it before leaping atop the fallen log that leaned against the gnarled branches of another tree, the structure seemingly serving as a sort of lookout. From atop his perch, he gazed down at Charon, awaiting his reaction.