Stavanger Bay i thought i lost you, my brother

If Atoll had been able to hear Murgash's thoughts, she would not have changed her behavior very much. Though not entirely without sentiment, the traditions of her pack had called mainly for duty, not love - unless it was the sort of love that was bourne out of duty, and that, Atoll was very familiar with.

However, her ignorance allowed her to keep her image of Murgash pleasant and child-friendly. She was discomforted, yes, but she could find no fault in him. Thus, she dipped her head agreeably at his name, and proceeded to reel of two of her own. "Skellige is the alpha, here, and his brother is Szymon - but there are more." Szymon had said as much during their late-night talks, though she had not been able to stay awake long enough to hear the full story behind all of his family.

Though she'd not mentioned food at all, the sight of his barren ribs made the topic relevant enough for her to respond without question. "The caches are almost always stocked," she replied with pride - for her love had filled many of them, and herself a fair few. "But first, come into the water - scratch your back and let me look. Maybe I can help."