Sunspire Mountains There is no such thing as a lousy job - only lousy men who don't care to do it.

Atlas is a little older, so maybe when Atreus became a drudge he was on his way to meeting Akantha for the first time or something; that way they'd sort of know OF one another, and maybe they'd have encountered on another a few times.

When paws met sand, the sand gave way. When they met the damp seaweed which tangled against the brine-soaked stones, Atlas had to concentrate not to slip; he left a trail of intents in the softer ground as he walked, but it didn't bother him. So far only the scent of the sea was prevalent - and he doubted he'd find any indication of wolf. With his nose directed down, he sniffed at one patch of stones or debris and then shuffled along to the next, navigating across the beach with the ease of one well trained. Thus far the beach did not hold any prizes, only a few tiny crabs which scurred out of the way when Atlas approached them. He was nearing a barnacle-laden boulder when he caught a new scent - warmer than the sea, familiar, but swiftly overwhelmed by the brine.

He lifted his head and peered around, curious and always eager for company. The oncoming wolf was next to him in the following moment, having been able to creep up with the sea as his shield; but he spoke, and that prompted Atlas to turn and prick his ears, a bright look appearing upon his face. Hello the boy commented, his tawny face held low with a diverted gaze, and Atlas chuffed in response - but that was swallowed by the sea as well.

He looked familiar, but the consort couldn't quite name the boy yet - he knew him as faithful to the Nereides, though. It was hard not to detect the similar scent between the sisters that lingered upon him, even with the breezy tang of salt that hid almost everything else. Hello there. Care to explore the beach with me, drudge?