j- bees?

Couldn't resist >_>

Ever since his own return, Atreyu stubbornly refused to leave neither Thistle, the pup's nor Charon and his brother's side, shadowing their every move — from a distance, of course. He was all the more protective of his little family now, the guilt of Jorunn's death weighing down his heart. He felt like he had to make it up to Thistle, not let anything happen to any of the remaining wolves of Stavanger Bay (including Charon's most recent thrall).

So when a howl sounded from the borders, Atreyu quickly stumbled after the Beta who he spotted making his way towards the oddly familiar voice. He had been lurking within the forest, keeping an eye out, and burst out of the scorched brush as he awkwardly loped towards the formidable looking wolf standing at their borders. Wait a second...

"Aesop?" he questioned under his breath, staring up at the scarred male as he drew up beside Charon. He kept his own tail neutral, though fixed their former packmate in a stern gaze, silently demanding what the younger wolf was waiting for.