Ravensblood Forest sea legs

As the woman spoke, Atlas listened intently. His gaze never raised to her eyes or anywhere near her face, out of respect for her. And as Thistle outlined her husband's hostility, the boy only nodded. That is understandable. I believe we are headed farther north, so there will be no need to worry, he hesitated after speaking and wondered if his statement was appropriate - was it giving too much away? Would it put the sisters in danger? - but he moved on in the next breath. I will inform my superiors of your location, and make sure they understand. As his words faded, Atlas gave a small nod of appreciation for the warning.

Ah, I had best be off then. Atlas admitted after a lengthy pause, and turned away from the rufus girl; he caught sight of something moving in the trees and directed a brief expression of alertness towards the object, but then as a flock of dark birds drifted between the trees above them, he relaxed. The boy gave Thistle one last look and a smile. It was nice meeting you, Thistle. Maybe I will encounter you again in the future. But unless the bay wolves chose to head north themselves, he doubted he'd have such an opportunity. The Nereides were always very careful about secluding themselves.