Stavanger Bay everyone, step aside; this is the last warning

Please, I need him to actually steal some cubs, now. That would be amazing. Doe would die.

She'd been spending more and more time apart from him lately, though not through any conscious effort of her own. Things had been hectic, and they all had to do their duty to prepare for what was to come. Atoll had been training hard with Laggy among all her other duties, and had gotten held up on the other side of Donnelaith during the disasterous meeting with the pale alpha. Needless to say, she felt they had a bit of catching up to do. What had he been up to all this time? She'd noticed him leaving the territory quite often, as of late, but it no longer bothered her the way that it had before.

They had chosen each other, after all. No matter what happened, they'd still chosen each other.

When Szymon's call perked her ever-twitching ears, Atoll had already been searching for him. She stood very still for a moment, determing his location, and then turned toward the sound and trotted on.

"Szymon," she said when she saw him standing so near. She hadn't realized just how much she'd missed his presence - but she realized now. Doe's tail wagged with tired relief as she paced toward him, head lowering to butt into his ivory-trimmed chest. So fierce and true was her joy at reuniting with him that she did not notice the pelt, or the smell of warm-blooded prey upon him. For the moment, she only cared that he was there.