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It did not take long for another to join him, though in reality Greyjoy had been the one to join Atlas, as the other wolf had been sitting there for a while. The hoplite gave a low bark of greeting, closing the gap between them. Greyjoy and Atlas were of similar age, but it was Greyjoy's native blood and seriousness that set him apart from most of the other consorts, not his age. "Atlas, good to see you," he greeted him, nudging the male's shoulder with his nose, before seating himself nearby.

"Our travels have gone well, so far. I am eager to reach the coast soon." It was the first time he had spoken his anxieties aloud, though he was certain Aktaiê knew of the pressures he faced away from the Drowned One. "Aktaiê and Psamathe are certain we are close, so I am hopeful." The consort would understand how Greyjoy felt, being far from their salt and sand, though he recalled Atlas had lived near a lake in his youth. "Were your travels with Akantha unworried?"