To Close For Comfort

Editing in an ending!

Atreyu's stance remained defensive, his tail half-curled around his back as he regarded the stranger warily. He was built like both Ragnar and Aesop, younger perhaps, but with the muscle that rivalled a boar. He found himself slightly nervous — if the man was aggressive he would have no trouble taking down the smaller pack wolf. Still, the yearling held his ground, intent on gleaning any information he could on the foreigner. He wasn't a Warden, but he liked to think himself just as capable.

After a pause, the male then answered. Atreyu lifted his head, his posture relaxing slightly. "Oh..." he breathed. "Well, this is Stavanger Bay." He hesitated, wondering how exactly he was meant to go about this. Was he suppose to persuade him that the Bay was the best place ever? Did they even have room? Ultimately, he knew it was Thistle's job to size up possible members, but this stranger seemed healthy enough and would definitely be an asset to the pack. He wondered if he could talk him into joining. "And I'm Atreyu."

After receiving the other man's name, Adimar, he explained he was simply passing through, scoping out possible packs. Atreyu attempted to put in a few good words for Stavanger Bay, hoping it would entice the large stranger. Soon, though, Adimar headed back off down the coast after a brief farewell and the boy, after watching him leave, turned on his heel and strode back into the territory.