Stavanger Bay Forget what we're told

As she comes back from gathering things for Sharkbait

The journey had taken the better part of the day, and Atoll's limbs were dragging as she jogged the finals stretch toward the bay, leaving @Lagertha several paces behind her - probably headed to her own den, instead of the way Atoll had chosen to trek. Though she ached to return to her sweet-meat-and-Szymon smelling den, with its fawnskin carpet and shelves of healing herbs - there was a scent that drew her in a different direction.

Setting aside her burden, Atoll stalked toward the pale shape that stood upon their borders, eyes finding Skellige's over the female's shoulders. Though her body was swollen and bristling with the barbs of angry bees, her steps were as fluid and and silent as ever as she drew even with the female and peered distrustfully at the other's face. Meeting strangers had lost a bit of its charm after seeing the wounds that Szymon had suffered at the teeth of the male that'd encroached on them the day before.

A silent growl ticking in her throat, her eyes darted back to Skellige for direction. If it were up to her, strangers would be slain at the border, before they had a chance to hurt the pack.

Don't worry, Thalia - she gets nicer!