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It seemed the other was not entirely mute, judging from the quick bark that issued from his reddish snout. Still, Jagoda found his counterpart to be somewhat of an anomaly. He spoke no words in response to the paw-prodding he offered, though when his jaws snapped towards Jagoda's digits, he reacted with a snarl, lips pulling back over sharp fangs. It was an immediate reaction and not an outward display of violence. He had no desire to pick a fight today, despite the irritation that welled in his gut. The nameless wolf wanted to play, as displayed by the way he sunk down upon his forepaws and raised his hindquarters skyward, tail waving above his rump. Jagoda was not much for play, particularly not with a stranger, and he wore an incredulous expression, one ear tilted sideways and the other erect. It would take much more to convince the masked wolf to play.

"Are you fucking stupid?" he asked with a short, abrupt laugh. By now, he did not expect a response. The smell of other wolves was thick upon his pelt, leaving Jagoda in a consistant state of disbelief. How could anyone accept a retarded wolf into their ranks?