Stavanger Bay Heavy Hearts

It seemed his wishes would be granted, as Thistle called him and Aesop to her then, and Atreyu got to his feet sluggishly, moving forward with no urgency. He still couldn't wrap his mind around it. Their Jarl had been there one day and gone the next. He struggled to think of what could possibly have taken down the viking, and the questions churning in his mind spurred him onwards, picking up his pace as he closed in on the scents of his other pack mates. He had sensed unrest a few weeks before, something to do with the pack further along the coast. While he had never encountered the members of the Sound, he had heard of their rather...strange antics. Had they something to do with it?

Eventually, he arrived to the small gathering, his expression grave despite the millions of questions he had. He stared at Charon before turning to the Alpha blankly, unsure of what to say to the kid who had now lost two fathers or to the mother who had to raise a new litter alone. Of course, it was up to the pack to help bring up the pups, but there was so little of the pack left. Staying silent, Atreyu dipped his head as he drew up beside Aesop, ready to do whatever he was asked.