Stavanger Bay shipwreck (IC joining)

The boy almost let slip a sigh of relief as the Jarl answered with a slight nod, thankful that they indeed had room in their ranks. Atreyu wasn't entirely too sure how big a pack was able to grow, though he assumed it was when there were too many mouths to feed and too little hunters. He would be sure to help out in that regard, finally having a use for the one skill he actually excelled at (aside from being an excellent trespasser). He listened intently to the rest of Ragnar's little speech, laying down what he expected of his pack members. A few words were new to him such as Gamekeeper and trade and, mentally jotting them down, he reminded himself to ask about them the next time the Alpha had time to spare. Or, rather, talk to this Julooke he had mentioned.

The last part of the scarred man's words caused Atreyu to look down to the ground again, conflicted. He felt slightly guilty for leaving his family only to find a new one in foreign lands. He had intended to become a lone traveller that wandered the world, however, that obviously hadn't worked out in his favour. Yet, it was typical for wolves of his old tribe to succumb to wanderlust - many leaving before reaching a year of age. Glancing back up Ragnar, the boy offered a small but straight smile, accepting that this was for the best. At the very least, his acceptance meant that he could live by the shore again. "Of course," he answered simply with a nod.

It was then that the other piped up, causing Atreyu to look over to her once more, tilting his head a little in confusion. His wife? Perhaps the other Alpha or...Jarl-ess? Did Stavanger Bay have two leaders? He panicked for a split second, worrying that he would have to impress two wolves in order to be accepted but the worry was quickly quelled. Instead, Chrysanthemum brought to attention the mark on his head. Atreyu ducked as if he had been struck, turning away so the infection was hidden in the darkness, his pale eyes staring pointedly at the girl accusingly. True, the boy liked attention but not that sort of attention. He hated to show any sort of weakness, even if it was only in the form of a graze. "No, I...I just got into a fight with a badger..." he stammered. A big, white, enraged badger. "I just need to wash it off in the sea."