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She squinted. Of course a bad boy like him would not let the ward take the more dominant stance - that would be terribly out of character for what he seemed to be. Fine - she could play this game with him. She let him have the upper paw in this conversation, as long as he did not add to her confusion of where everyone was. He did not seem like the guy to attack an innocent "little" girl, and therefore Chusi let her hackles rest in place as he seemed to take her in as well. 

She blinked, assuming he was challenging her with his yellow gaze intertwined with hers, but that was not the case, it seemed. It made her feel uncomfortable, but did not dare look away. She was not a wuss but a warrior, after all, and she'd not give him the pleasure of thinking he had won this silent battle for dominance. She raised an eyebrow at him, noticeably shocked by his words. So he though of himself as untrustworthy? What a bad thought to have about oneself. Oh. She let out softly and confused, afraid this was not the game she had started with him.

If ya were born here, how come ya don't know where 'veryone is? She asked a bit suspicious. It all seemed a shady little story - especially coming from a guy that looked like him. Anyway, I'm not from 'ere, so how should I know? She asked, raising her muzzle a little bit to look a bit taller than she was. I seek Kjalarr - you seen 'im?