Stavanger Bay shipwreck (IC joining)

The faint crashing of the ocean waves was the only thing heard after the girl's howl faded into the distance, the both of them falling into begrudging silence. It wasn't until the soft sound of hurried footfalls and a sharp dominant scent presented itself that Atreyu whipped his head around to face the girl, glancing once at her marred face before settling onto the larger figure that slipped out of the shadows. Not realising he had been holding his breath, he let out a sigh of relief, happy to know this was exactly who he wanted to see. The familiarity - even of a wolf he barely knew - was comforting.

The Jarl drew up beside the girl, softly acknowledging her with a word Atreyu assumed was either her name or some weird foreign greeting. He watched with partially narrowed eyes as she put on a display of submission before he himself quickly stood, pinned back his ears and bowed his head in respect - more to one-up Chrysanthemum than to show his submission to Ragnar. He wasn't a pack member. Not yet.

As the white wolf spoke his name, Atreyu grinned in response. "Looks like I found your Bay," he exclaimed with a wave of his tail, his former attitude all but seemingly disappeared - of course, it was all an act, so as not to displease Ragnar and compromise his chances of acceptance.