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When she protested and pulled away from him, rightfully exclaiming that the prey was hers, Atreyu paused, his eyes darkening. He made no other move to take it from her then, instead just staring at the limp bird that hung from her strong grip. He justified his anger by telling himself that she had let her victory get to her head and would soon return to the meek, stammering girl he had met before. He was the superior here, despite her success with hunting. She had an advantage. What advantage that was, Atreyu did not know, but was convinced the blue-eyed girl had some sort of unfair edge to challenge he had set her.

With a huff and an irritated flick of his tail, the boy regarded his pack mate once more before turning on his heel and trotting back to the trail they had taken to ascend the mountain. "Fine," he snarled without turning back, focusing instead on the ground before him as he wrestled with the urge to spin and outright attack her. He was disappointed she hadn't put up a fight, but he knew the Jarl wouldn't be pleased if his pack mates got into a scuffle. "I don't even like bird anyway," he muttered, just loud enough so she could hear, before he disappeared into the forest and began making his way back to the coastline.