Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

Rofl, I feel sorry for Aesop x_x

Atreyu was granted the satisfaction of seeing the pup recoil from the flash of his fangs — but it was only momentary. As if he were Alpha, the kid started forward again, ears pricked and tail held high in what Atreyu guessed was a show of laughable dominance. He flicked his own ears back as they were assaulted by the seemingly aggressive pup's screeching. He could barely follow what he was trying to say, but caught the word noob and wrinkled his nose in contempt. Atreyu would bet anything that he had been here even before the kid was but a tiny speck in his mother's womb.

Opening his mouth to respond, the Iota quickly shut it again as the other boy continued, accusing him of being a trespasser. He would have laughed had he not been so riled up by the youth's shouting. Bristling his hackles, Atreyu leaned forward over the smaller boy, taking a step forward and baring his teeth. Being so young, the Iota knew he would still be low in the rankings — whether he was the Jarl's kid or not. "And? So what if I did?" he snapped back in response to his pack mate's bold claims. What're gonna do about it?

He went to continue but a sudden deep voice interrupted. Atreyu's stomach dropped, worried that Ragnar had stumbled upon him about to throttle his child. He turned, and was relieved to be met with the sight of cream instead of platinum fur. However, the man was no less scarred than the Jarl, and perhaps just as imposing. Atreyu regarded him for a second before reluctantly stepping away from the silver-furred child, shooting him a narrow-eyed glare. "None of your business, old man," he muttered to himself (though loud enough for both of them to still hear), his bratty attitude rearing it's ugly head thanks to his and the kid's brief altercation.