Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

Inwardly, Atreyu grinned as the newcomer replied to his old man remark while the kid gasped though, outwardly, he kept his eyes narrowed and flicking between the two wolves. He then shrugged, not particularly worried if he had offended the man. If truth, he didn't look that old — he was probably around Ragnar's age — but he was also most definitely older than the two he had stumbled upon. But he seemed offended by his comment, and the boy was secretly pleased with this, feeling a streak of fierce rebellion flaring up.

Of course, the man sided with the talkative pup, seemingly playing into his game of spot the trespasser. Atreyu turned his head as he rolled his eyes as the stranger spoke to the kid, before looking back to see him stride towards them. He suddenly seemed bigger than before, and the Iota shrunk back slightly, his hackles settling though his eyes still flaring in defiance. Did he really actually think he was a trespasser? If Atreyu was, he was certain he would've been beaten to a pulp right now. Stavanger Bay was a quite secluded place with really only one entry way. Anyone who tried to enter but was unknown to the Bay wolves were quickly dealt with...harshly.

Glancing again between the freckled pup and the now rather intimidating man, the boy stepped back, his muscles poised and ready to bolt if things actually got serious. "Nothing," he said through clenched teeth, trying to keep his nerves at bay. He found his anxiety rising, knowing that the green-eyed wolf wouldn't actually attack him but also worried that he could be as unstable as the kid seemed to be. No, he appeared reasonable. And calm. Maybe too calm. Shit. "I'm not a trespasser!" he suddenly shouted, tail rising into the air. He looked down at youth, glowering. "You're being stupid."