Horizon Ridge kill the boy

It was obvious that the stranger hadn't expected such a response, and as he echoed the word, Atreyu nodded gravely. The questions from the other caused his ears to sink back and he looked to the side, unsure if he should answer truthfully or not. The wolf before him didn't seem like the type who would take advantage of the fact that the Bay had lost it's leader — hell, Atreyu was pretty sure he didn't have a pack at all. No one scent stood out among the rest on his coat, a pretty sure sign that the wolf was a loner.

Yet, Atreyu still hesitated, thoughtful for a few moments before saying, "someone important."

The stranger's added statement caused his solemn expression to crack, allowing the smallest of smiles to flit across his face before he resumed looking like the grouch. "More than p—..." he began to reply before he spotted a white figure advancing towards the other from behind. His hackles bristled and he almost growled at the intruder before realising who it was. Charon? What was he doing here? "It's okay," he called to the boy, noting the tentativeness of his approach. "He's safe." His eyes flicked back to the stranger, slightly wary. I think.