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Her lack of expectations for the dark male was probably smart on Fox's part, and felt no hurt over it. In fact, given her position he would've written himself off long ago—though the little silver-eyed blaze seemed to hold some hope for his enigmatic company, even if he did not know this personally. He looked at her when she was to answer him, and to be quite frank he didn't really like her answer: "queen".

Though Fox was technically a queen, a feeling of irritation had been stirred inside his chest at the knowledge that a young male had called her as such. Unconsciously his upper lip curled slightly, but he realized the sneer had arose and tried to deflect it by speaking again. "Well... it's better than m'lady," he drawled in a very poor, very sarcastic impression of Mr. Ferdie Von Pelt. Actually, in his mind, it was somehow worse, although he would be loathe to admit this to young Fox because she would undoubtedly want to know why he thought as such.

He was looking away when she spoke again, this time gazing in a direction that would not bring ire to his thoughts, but rather composure. He realized he was getting a tad riled over nothing; but her words drew him completely off-guard and made him forget the envious feeling mushrooming in his chest. He was silent, staring at her blankly for a long moment as he was wondering how exactly to take her words. He started to compliment her in some way, but the words caught in his throat and he coughed once, unintentionally.

Haunter looked down and then back up, finding that he had been quiet for far too long. "H-How are your wounds? Do they need cleaning—or more herbs?" he started uncertainly, but was clearly trying to deflect the conversation from being about himself. He was studying her body now, eying the particularly unfortunate gash at her side, which seemed to be the worse of her injuries. Now Haunter had never tended to an injured wolf other than himself, but the motions (he figured) were instinctual in the very least and it was only a matter of awaking long-forgotten social etiquette.