Sea Lion Shores ours is to smile at your passing, friend

Ignore me Atreyu's just stalking Charon >_>

Wherever he went, Atreyu followed. Truly, Charon and Levi were the only ones who were capable of leaving Stavanger Bay's lands (for the pups were too young and their mother too sullen for the time being), yet the boy persisted in his shadowing. He was torn between watching over the younger members of their pack and guarding their Beta, ultimately deciding Charon needed more protection. The cubs and Thistle were fine within the Bay's borders, and he wasn't heading too far away.

Silently, the three-legged wolf limped along at a distance away, keeping a watchful eye on the other boy as he scouted the lands just beyond their home. Here was a mess as well, sand had been lashed and the creatures that usually lazed around these shores had vanished. Sniffing at a broken shell, the Gamma quickly discarded it as another scent hit his nose, one wild and feral. A female?

At a quick, albeit awkward lope, he caught up to his Beta, lurking a ways behind him like a pale sentinel, narrowed eyes watching the hooded figure that stood opposite them with a hauntingly distinct gaze. Hadn't he seen her before?