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Haha, ditto x_x We can wrap this up soon if you want!

The other boy stayed silent, almost off-puttingly so. A talkative creature, Atreyu felt pressured to fill the silence with words, one ear falling backwards awkwardly as he tried to think. He never knew what to do with others who were quite happy to sit and listen — aside from being an insufferable annoyance, of course. Something told him, though, that this yearling would remain with his stoic mask even if Atreyu tried to pry some sort of reaction out of him. Or would he?

The boy inwardly shook his head at the thought, wise enough to know that with his injured paw, escaping would not be easy if the stranger did have a short fuse. "You..." he began with a slight tilt of his head, eyes narrowed curiously at the dark-furred wolf. "...don't talk much."

Clearly, Atreyu was a master of observation.