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The pale wolf's ears pulled forward, cupping the stifled laughter that trembled nervously from the tawny male. She did not soften her gaze, instead electing to look past him as if she was simply enduring his company (though it was the reverse that was true). Down in the plains a small band of geese moved in honking V formation -- and further still, the rocks tumbled way to blurred and indecipherable lines. "No." The Stormthorn replied. It may have seemed harsh, but it was true. Unfortunately for Dingo, even if she had possessed food he would be hard pressed to pry it from her.