Stavanger Bay shipwreck (IC joining)

Had Atreyu not been hungry and weary from his travels, he most likely would have felt a small amount of guilt from his comment about her face. He watched with a cold, apathetic gaze as she turned away, the misshapen area where an eye usually was disappearing into a mass of shadows. He was slightly glad that his own abnormality was not as glaringly obvious to other wolves (sometimes he himself didn't notice it) unless of course they had a keen eye for peculiar habits. At her feeble response, the boy simply huffed in reply. As uncaring as made out to be, though, he was still curious how she had lost it - having not even reached a year of age.

As the stranger rounded his side, Atreyu's eyes followed carefully, ears thrust forward in annoyance as she moved in front of him to bar his way. However, as she spoke, a familiar name caused the boy's head to cock to the side. "Ragnar?" he echoed, peering past her into the darkness beyond. He knew that name! A grin almost spread across his face, however Atreyu's eyes gave away his sudden excitement. Was this the pack that the Jarl had mentioned that night when he had helped massacre the crabs on the beach?

"This is...St...Steva..." he faltered and looked back to the one-eyed youth, almost pleadingly. He knew this place. "...the Bay?" Well, at least he got that part right.