Stavanger Bay this is the last time

The call finally came, and Atreyu held his eyes closed for a moment as the realisation sunk in. The Bay would no longer be theirs to call home once they left. It would be left ripe for the taking or, more likely, left for nature to retake and reclaim. Perhaps it was for the best, for the forest to mend without wolves constantly tracing paths and digging out dens in it but, at the same time, the boy was gutted that he had to leave. He didn't really have a choice, their pack being as small as it was. He knew it wasn't a viable choice to stay here in the Bay by himself, especially with his dumb missing leg, especially with winter coming. He let his breath out in a resigned, solemn sigh.

With his awkward gait, it took a little longer for Atreyu to join the others. He finally came across them near Thistle's cache, the Alpha silently organising herbs with Charon and Floki standing nearby, seemingly waiting. He approached quietly, glancing once at the brothers before looking to Thistle, coming to a halt and waiting alongside them. For what, he wasn't sure, but there was a ceremonious finality to the whole scene and he didn't dare break the silence.