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At her answer, his ears rose before falling with his face in disappointment as she motioned towards her stomach with a giggle. Gross. Sure, he enjoyed rolling in the mud and covering himself in all manner of filth but eating someone else's digested meal? No, thanks. Leave that to the puppies who didn't know any better. Despite his wild outwards appearance, Atreyu was decidedly picky about what sort of things he ate. Her wink was returned with a deadpan look of disgust.

At her question, though, the boy raised his chin slightly, gesturing in the direction he had come from. "Stavanger Bay, near the coast," he replied proudly. "We haven't had much luck with our hunts, though, so I'm out looking for some herds." He paused and canted his head at her. "And you're from?" Her scent was a strange mixture — he hadn't encountered it before.