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Ugh, of course!  Lagan's antics must have been more distracting than she'd thought for her to forget that he'd already provided his name.  Flustered, Ivy shook her head and let out a quiet growl.  It was a little thing, clearly not intended to be threatening in the least.  Not that a wolf her size could possibly be imposing to him.  Whatever! she blurted out, punctuating her outburst with a bratty stamp of her paw for good measure.

What was it about this guy, anyway?  He had a good attitude - better than hers by a a long shot - and yet it all seemed so.. grating!  Ivy huffed again and pointedly looked away from him.  Well, Lagan, she began, the emphasis on his name heavily sarcastic.  Just after the words left her mouth she realized that she'd greeted him the exact same way not minutes before, a thought that caused her to scowl again.  Why were you following me?  There, steer the conversation away from her own foolishness!