Great Bear Wilderness sputnik

The awkwardness was almost palpable, at least on Pan's end. Atreyu noticed none of his discomfort despite his stuttering, all too focused on why this information was so important. Why was he relaying it, anyway? Stavanger Bay wasn't the most secretive of packs, but they weren't so open to announce that their leader had been murdered. Were they? Why was this Redhawk Caldera special?

A scowl crossed his face (directly mainly towards himself) momentarily before the other confirmed he would tell his alphas after a brief pause. The other name, Fox, piqued Atreyu's interest and he inwardly laughed at the two leader's names — a peregrine and a fox. Mated?

He discarded his wondering quickly, turning back to the awkward stranger who seemed to be waiting for...something. The Gamma quirked an ear at the man quizzically before giving a nod, unaware of how abrupt and strange this encounter had been for Pan. "Good," was all he said, before turning to make his way back to the coast (finally). He kept an ear out, though, in case this Pan had anything more to stammer out.