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Rollo doesn't take shit from anybody. Perhaps, in another circumstance and in another personality, his ideal route would have been to simply avoid the other altogether, however, the brute of a man had many reasons not to turn away. Neither did Atshen, it seemed. Rollo was unaware of the pack that lied just beyond the dark boy, however, he was aware where his feet stood and was smart enough to know that this was not claimed land. Advancing further, Rollo mimics the stance that the other takes; unwavering. Gray eyes bore resilient into the other's, each placement of paw one infront of the other spoke nothing of stupidity but of entitement. Youth may be on the other's side, but experaince was something youth lacked, and Rollo would not walk away from neutral ground, no matter how close to home he lingered.

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