Great Bear Wilderness sputnik

The stranger repeated the name after a startled pause, and Atreyu's ears swung forward, almost in excitement. He vaguely recalled his talk with Thistle after Ragnar's murder, how she had asked him to go to the Caldera and speak with some Peregrine. They were to form some sort of an alliance? Or were they enemies? He couldn't remember. The fact that he recalled their names was miracle enough.

He did remember, though, that he had to tell them, "Ragnar is dead." Oops. In his eagerness, the boy blurted out the important — if not, rather late — news. Ears splaying to the side awkwardly, he coughed and quickly back-peddaled. "Oh, I mean...you have to tell Peregrine...it's Peregrine, right? Something like that. Thistle Clo—our alpha told me to tell you..." he stammered, speech coming out almost as uncontrolled as the other man's. "I'm from Stavanger Bay."