Stavanger Bay we are the warriors

Atreyu opened his mouth to answer Charon's question, but the boy answered it himself, and so he nodded in agreement instead. It was sort of a given, that the captives had to know they were, in fact, captives and not members of the pack, free to roam wherever they pleased. What made them stay within the confines of this clearing Atreyu was not sure of, however. Perhaps the threat of death? Or where they looked over while they spent their time here, like young whelps in a den? Atreyu stood tall on the branch, a grin curving his maw as he looked around the empty area. Yeah, he could see himself being a lookout.

Charon piped up from below him, and the yearling looked down at the kid, letting out a small laugh at his excitement. Well, he hadn't expected that. Picking his way down the log, Atreyu leapt off and stared at the freckle-faced wolf. "We can't just...go around kidnapping wolves and making them be our slaves," he said with a snort, though the idea was tempting. They needed a viable reason, of course, and he wasn't particularly fond of sharing a potential slave. But still...

"Alright, whoever intercepts the next trespasser gets to keep them," Atreyu announced, bending into a play bow with his tail flipped over his back. Or you can fight me for them.