Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

As the child accused him of being rude, Atreyu — in a show of obvious maturity — stuck his tongue out between his revealed teeth at the boy. He'd show him rude. If anything, the kid himself was being completely discourteous as he wasn't giving the adults enough of a chance to talk things out. Didn't he have any siblings he could go annoy? Ah, or his mother, Thistle? Quickly, the boy then withdrew his tongue and instead quirked a brow. So he was the leaders' kid. Hadn't Thistle already had a litter when he had been here the first time? They had another litter already? Pale eyes studied the freckles that littered the youth's features and he wondered at the peculiar markings — they didn't match Ragnar or Thistle's at all.

The older man took over the questioning then, causing Atreyu to look back at him, his tail flicking in annoyance. He had half the mind to just turn and run into the ocean, trusting his swimming abilities to be far superior than his pack mates'. He could just swim right out of there. Though, the Iota knew that fleeing wouldn't help his cause at all, so he stayed rooted to the spot, glaring daggers at the two wolves who, in his mind, were ganging up on him. The whole situation had escalated rather quickly. Giving a stiff nod to the large male, Atreyu took a few moments to gather his thoughts before talking. He didn't want to explode in anger again. "Yeah, your mum—" at this, he shot another glance at the pup "—accepted me a few days ago. I've been here before, too."

As if this somehow earned him some sort of badge of honour, the boy puffed up his chest, exchanging a glance between the two of them before continuing. "Ragnar accepted me then. So technically I've been here longer than you both."