Where is the child?

He didn't reply to her saying she was selfish, truly believing that this wasn't on her and she had no right to feel guilty. He himself felt he bore full responsibility for Jorunn's fate and that of his own leg — he knew he had no chance against a bear, why did he even try to attack it? Atreyu didn't argue though, instead realising it would be for the better to focus on actually helpful things, like raids.

Her nudge encouraged a wag of his tail, happy that she didn't find the idea too outrageous. They wouldn't be able to launch a full out raid, he knew, for their numbers were far too small (not to mention, they were quite isolated from the other packs). Thistle's mention of sneaking in quietly opened a floodgate of ideas — maybe during the cover of night? Or when the other pack was out hunting? They would need to do some rendezvous missions, figuring out how strong the other pack was, what their routines were...

He was getting ahead of himself. Atreyu halted his thoughts with a swift shake of his ruff before turning back to the Alpha. "We wouldn't have a chance if we were found out," he agreed with a laugh of his own. "But just think of the possibilities..."