Sequoia Coast this little piggy went

It did not surprise him so much when the red-furred woman spoke so sharply; he had thought of her as a meal, after all, and been rather hostile about it. So as she rebuked him with her tone, Atlas simply sat and listened. He took on the stoic expression often reserved for strangers to the faith, and the rest of him eased in to a submissive posture. Then, when Fox mentioned religious wolves his ears perked up, and he nodded briskly. I am a servant of the Nereides.

But how did she know about them? They had been careful, spreading the word only if such an action benefit them as a whole. The only new blood among them consisted of the vile skinny wolf and -- oh. Junior's image flashed through his mind and Atlas was reminded of the girl's journey to talk to her father. It was something Atlas had not been privy to, but he had heard of the event regardless.

You are a friend of Junior's, I assume. Are you here to visit her? Was that even permitted? A brief expression of concern flitted across his face as he pondered this, but shifted quickly back to the blank expression. He had no knowledge of the rules when it came to gaining converts - something he would have to remedy if more strangers came knocking.