Stavanger Bay hyperparadise

The pup went to correct him but trailed off, earning another curious flick of his ear from Atreyu. As mildly interested as he was in the boy's origins (and, apparently, how and why he had come into Ragnar and Thistle's care), he still was very much not on proper speaking terms with him. As the kid then stumbled on his words, the Iota smirked, only for it to quickly disappear as he finished his sentence. His hackles bristled again defensively and his fiery temper urged him to take a swipe at the boy to put him in his place. How dare he call him a loser! Though — his flaring eyes quickly glanced over to the male who had taken on the role of peacekeeper between them — perhaps that would not be a wise decision. The man had considerable bulk beneath his creamy coat; Atreyu was sure he would be flat on the ground before he could even lay a toe on his young pack mate.

Perhaps making the smartest decision he had made so far, the yearling stayed put, letting himself simmer in anger as the man spoke. His eyes flicked over to the pup as he told him to apologise, giving a nod in agreement. Damn straight he should apologise. How he thought Atreyu was a trespasser was beyond him — maybe his nose didn't work properly. At the stranger's comment directed towards him, the boy replied with a soft snort and tch sound. Of course, he'd apologise too, but only after the kid sufficiently did. He wasn't at fault, after all. Like the man said, he had only been out for a pleasant swim in the Bay before the youth almost bowled him over and started acting all high and mighty. "Yeah, go on, you first," he sneered at the boy, allowing him be the one to say sorry first.