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He looked at her, finally, though there was a certain emptiness in his eyes. She stared right back, quiet and patient, when the pale boy stammered the poor excuse that he was simply tired.

Durnehviir twitched her nose, unable to believe his reason for being so awkward, but she supposed his problems were his own. She was still very much a stranger to him and she wanted to get to know him, but she held little interest if the feeling was not mutual. If he was fishing for her to press and shower him with pity, then the russet Frostfur was the wrong wolf.

With that, she dipped her muzzle politely and made to move off: "alright, then. Good day to you."