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A flare of defensiveness shot through the girl, as it so often did when others pryed into her business. It wasn't just the question, but the way this stranger said it — so blunt and arrogant! Of course, Andronika could be accused of doing the same thing when addressing the woes of wolves she'd encountered in the past, making her no less blunt and arrogant, but her hypocricy was beside the point. She cast the ivory furred slyph a sharp, cold side glare of pale green, making her disdain towards the other's tone apparent, then slowly turned her attention back to the sprawling ocean before them, feigning apathy, like it hadn't really bothered her that much.

"Not really," she replied cooly, purposefully echoing her companion's first response. "It is a nice distraction, though." Should the other dare to question just what she needed a distraction from, she was already prepared to snap "none of your business". Hopefully it wouldn't come to that though, and this conversation could remain light and casual. 

"Resident of the coast, or just passing through?" It was her logic that keeping the conversation's spotlight on the wolf beside her would be an easy way to avoid discussing her true business among these cliffs.
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