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The dragoness had not missed the boy's slight raising of his chin, to which she could do nothing but faintly smile at. He seemed uncomfortable—extremely so, even—but had not left for home just yet. He'd instead decided to remain at the yearling's side, and that in itself was an excellent example of the courage she'd assured him that he possessed. That valor seemed to only go so far, however, for the boy had fallen silent. She did not mind being left to converse with the stranger by herself, but was curious of exactly why her companion had fallen quiet. She would ask him later, perhaps, but for the time being she would continue to be attentive of the other yearling.

A name was given, the tone it rode out on clearly having been a product of one of the finest examples of egotism the girl ever did come across. She had not felt threatened by the metaphorical pedestal he'd placed himself atop, but rather she was somewhat amused. Had he something to prove? With her, there was nothing, but with those dwelling in his home... well, she could never be sure of anything like that without first learning more of him, but she couldn't help but wonder if that might be the case. Perhaps she would be able to learn more of him as they carried on with a conversation; assuming he would be kind enough to stick around.

"We are," she said, confirming their reasoning for being there. "Exploring as well as scouting out the area, searching for anyone who might be alone as well as any lingering herds." She had already caught on to the fact that he was not a loner, but a member of some pack she knew not the name nor location of. "Where might you live, if not here?" It would be impossible for her to recognize the name of any pack given, unless it was Silvertip, but she'd paid that detail little mind. There would be plenty of time to venture further out and explore, so perhaps someday she might stumble near to there (but hopefully not because, well, u kno). "What has brought you to these mountains?"