Stavanger Bay left side drive (IC joining)

He didn't have to wait long. Atreyu stopped his nervous pacing as soon as a small figure appeared under the archway. He paused, one paw left dangling in the air and eyes watching carefully as she walked towards him, exuding authority. He knew who this was but her name escaped him — though he knew for certain this was Ragnar's wife. Her name was something like...Rosebud? Juniper berry? Inwardly, the boy frowned as he desperately tried to remember her name before suddenly she said his own, causing him to guiltily flinch in reply.

Like a scolded cub, Atreyu kept his gaze averted, both out of respect and because he did not want to meet her icy gaze. It wasn't like he had even been a long-term member of the pack, but Ragnar had accepted him when he wasn't even a yearling, they had given him food and a place within the pack. And, foolishly, the boy went ahead and wandered a little too far away, abandoning them in hopes of finding his own family again — not that he'd actually admit that. Like he had a better excuse, though. Summing up some confidence, the boy respectfully dipped his head to the woman, tucking in both his tail and ears. "Evening," he replied simply. He allowed himself a fleeting glance at her face, light eyes meeting deep azure for half a second before his gaze fell back to the ground. "S-sorry."