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Although neither his nose nor his eyes had been willing to alert him, his ears had, and upon hearing a sudden hey he stopped. At first, he wondered if he might have been hearing things, until a slow turn of his body left him staring at a vibrant female. Despite the goal that he’d set for himself earlier that morning, Alexander couldn’t help but sneak a glance to either of his sides, searching for a way out of the encounter. Hearing his name spoken had lured his attention back to her, after which he’d nodded, confirming his identity. By then, she’d already approached, thus closing his window of escape. Frowning, the yearling did his best to prepare mentally for a conversation, having to fight against every rude, crude, and ignorant remark that threatened to make their way out of his mouth. It wasn’t Blackfeather, he couldn’t just say anything and then hide behind his father’s image—his days of doing so were over and, as much as it frustrated him to admit it, he was on his own.

Wildfire’s cheeriness was not mirrored, the Inuk’s features having instead become stoic. Perhaps there was a slight twitch of his ear, but the boy was still besides that, his earlier frown turned straight. A quick, internal reminder had him dipping his head shortly after, but the mundane pleasantries of nice to meet you and nice weather today never followed. Instead, he asked, “What’s a Bandrona?” The title wasn’t one that he could recall having heard back in the woods, which left him feeling lost.

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