Stavanger Bay I don't mean to dist-herb you

Concerned with the distressed look on her friend's face, Atoll slowed down and studied the dove-grey woman. It seemed like she needed something else to do with her time, but hunting and patrolling were really the only available passtimes. Perhaps it would be good to find something the pack could do together, as a community - but that was a problem for a later date. For now, she would focus on Lagertha, and what she could do to ease the monotony of pack life.

"It's good that we're going out today, then," she decided, brushing her shoulder against the other female's. There was an anxiety festering in her own heart, now - she did not want Lagertha to leave Blackrock, as she had left her two former packs. "It'll be an adventure - just you and me."

Her ears flickered happily at the mention of Szymon, but she made no effort to articulate what was currently happening in the strange relationship they shared. Their communal den might be noteworthy, but Atoll settled for lashing her tail in answer, not up to the task of explaining this change to the other female.

To shift attention away from the answered question, Atoll nipped at Lagertha's side before darting away, stopping to give a playful bow once she was out of easy reach.

"Let's play," she entreated, a coyote smile stretching her face. "The girl will keep."