Stavanger Bay i thought i lost you, my brother

His friendliness had won Atoll's good humor, but not quite her trust or cooperation. His request to be led, too, put the beta on-edge, and she wondered again where the beast had come from, and whether he was truly supposed to be in these lands.

"Come now," she said in a soclicitous croon, still faintly amused by the man, "who let you in here, you great porcupine? If you're trespassing here, you can kiss your body goodbye."

The words were spoken lightly, as a quip, but Atoll meant to visit violence upon him if he truly did not belong. It was an errant thought, however - she trusted Skellige's scent to ward off roving males, and if this one was so deep in the territory with Skellige's scent on his ragged fur - well, she didn't expect he'd been still in one piece, if his presence had not been approved.

This in mind, she gestured with her muzzle toward the ocean, waiting for the male to fall into step beside her rather than fall out of her line of sight.