Stavanger Bay intergraation

The captive's hold. After his answer, the agouti male then turned to the sky, seeming to just let the knowledge sink in for his companion. Atreyu's brow furrowed as he swept his eyes across the area again. Well, it did indeed look like a den site. What he hadn't known, though, was that Stavanger Bay took captives. He had never heard of such thing before! What use were captives anyway? Were they used for sacrifices? Slaves? The boy couldn't help but let out a quiet snort of laughter, studying the dark wolf and assuming this man was a prisoner. He had stated he wasn't allowed to hunt here, after all.

Paranoia crept up his spine then and Atreyu wondered if he was even meant to be speaking to the captives at all. What if Ragnar or one of the wardens of the Bay were keeping guard? Glancing over his shoulder to check, the boy figured it was probably in his best interest to continue on his search for a den. "Well, uh, have a nice night, prisoner," he said almost scathingly though with a cocky grin still on his maw. He couldn't help but judge those who had been taken captive; they could easily escape after all, right? Just swim on right out of the territory? Giving the man one last look, Atreyu then wandered off at a quick trot, resuming his search for a place to sleep.