Stavanger Bay Here I stand wearing my heart on my sleeve

Glad she hadn't been put off his initial first impression of being a stalker-y sort of guy, Atreyu let a sheepish grin crawl across his face as she let out loud laugh. It was the first time since arriving in the Wilds that he had heard such genuine laughter. She then thanked him and introduced herself and Atreyu's grin quickly vanished, replaced with a look of terror. Ducking his head in a bow, he flattened his ears in respect. He remembered Ragnar mentioning the name from his acceptance into the Bay. Thistle had been the healer? Why didn't he say she was also his wife?

"Ah, sorry, I didn't reali..." he stammered before stopping himself, frowning. Wait...what had she said? One of them? Ragnar had two wives? His head cocked in confusion, having never heard of a wolf with multiple wives before. Heck, even wolves from his tribe rarely became mates due to the ingrained wanderlust present in the pack. Her question then redirected his thoughts and he gave a nod. "Oh yeah, it's pretty cool," he said with a grin. "I like the beach." Like if that wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.