Stavanger Bay i thought i lost you, my brother

It was the noise that drew her, though she remained for the show. The stranger, though he smelled of the sea and of her brother, was not someone that she recognized. On a different day, she might've written that off as her own faulty memory, but she'd been very good about remembering things, lately. Like how she'd gotten Quill, and what had happened to Sharkbait (though she still did not recognize the girl as the same golden plop that Skellige had thrown into the ocean blue). This wolf was not one she knew.

"You're rather ill," she called out, somewhat pitying and somewhat amused. Despite this, she still kept her distance from the male, unsure how he'd come to be in her family's bay. Her eyes were drawn again to the matted fur that now littered the ground around them - Atoll found herself disbelieving in the legitimacy of the male's business, here. "What are you doing?" she asked, belatedly. And rather unclearly - she'd meant to inquire about his business here, and not his business in general.