Stavanger Bay Here I stand wearing my heart on my sleeve

Surprisingly, Atreyu managed to shadow the female for quite a ways before she suddenly caught on. He gave a quick nod of his head in greeting as she turned to look at him, no doubt taken aback by her sneaky — at least, he liked to think so — follower. He felt her cerulean gaze appraise him as he did her, noting her flawlessly clean fur and smaller stature — a sharp contrast to his own appearance. At her quirked brow and hesitant acknowledgement, the boy offered a wave of his tail to show he was friendly despite appearances.

"You smell so I thought I'd follow you," he said innocently before realising he had missed an important piece of information. "I-I mean of Ragnar...he let me into your pack a few days ago." Atreyu glanced to the side quickly and awkwardly before looking back to the female. "Uh, I'm Atreyu."