Sequoia Coast this little piggy went

Her explanation would've had him furrowing his brow and looking very quizzical, had he not been trained to keep calm. It wasn't so much Fox's explanation of her relationship that confused him, but the thought that a wolf could be considered a mother; to him, the sea was always the Mother. For Junior to have come from such a backwards place was curious as well, but in time Atlas knew the sisters would remedy the error of her upbringing - all of which he dared not voice.

I can help you, if you'd like. Atlas piped up in the next moment, eager to put his thoughts to rest by putting in a little work. What harm could come of this little interaction? He wouldn't be spilling the beans on the Nereides, and maybe if he could befriend Junior's... Previous caretaker, they'd all be better for it. Atlas took a step back and began to survey the sands, but there was nothing too worthwhile. It can be difficult to find fresh meat upon the beach, but it isn't unheard of. Maybe there are crabs around here or something... And as his voice drifted off, so did he - taking a few steps around the red woman and searching in earnest.