Ravenshook Cliffs on the long way down

Obviously Taggarik wasn't interested in rising to the bait.

Remiel glowered at the other wolf, ears set back and twitching at the distant sound of gulls and waves below the ridge of the cliffs. His own breathing was louder than usual in his head, until it hitched in his throat. A mountain range? A pack? Before he can even conjure up any questions, the stranger rose and made to leave. The hungry youth finally deflated as his anger and frustration left him. The fur on his shoulders settled and his ears flattened. He felt as if his heart had burned a hole through his stomach.

"... wait, what? Wait!" He hollers, but doesn't make to chase the other wolf. "Why?! You're so weird!" He cried. Remiel felt as if he was rooted in place. It wasn't as if he was welcome to follow the wolf, but he didn't want to stay here. He drew his chin against his chest and watched the retreating form in silence, brain addled with confusion.