Great Bear Wilderness a flock of birds

Atreyu was still angered by the news that they would be relocating, yet he yielded only because Charon was so determined that it was best for their pack and it was clear he really had no choice in this matter. His disdain for both leaving the ocean and joining forces with a foreign pack was evident, but he did not voice his opinion. The pack meeting had left a sour taste on his tongue and he did not wish to cause anymore unrest within the remains of their pack.

When Charon mentioned that they should check out the surrounding territories, Atreyu agreed to accompany him, however reluctantly. They had enough missing and injured members as it was, and he didn't want the Beta to make yet another decision without them.

He trailed behind the freckled boy both out of spite and because his right shoulder burned from their journey. Walking on three legs was wearing down on him, but Atreyu tried not to let it show. His shoulder would get stronger compensating for his missing foreleg, and soon he would be able to travel much further again. He hoped. Pushing through the pain, the Gamma gained upon Charon and stood beside him as they overlooked a large...pit? Stones jutted out here and there with blade-like edges that promised blood if you got too close. The whole formation was strange and didn't strike Atreyu as a suitable territory.

"No," came his simple reply to Charon's question, leaving it at that.