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Within the molten gaze of the stranger, Hux found both intelligence and severity, such that he felt almost burned by the studying eyes. Having never been the subject of such a glare, the Kru was intimidated in spite of the man's more slender stature. The silence that followed was an uncomfortable one, Hux finding his embarrassed expression pinned in place by the fiery eyes.

It was not until the other finally spoke that the paler wolf realized just how pathetic he must look, and when this fact dawned upon him, it amplified the shame he felt for whistling like a fool, and he grew almost angry (with himself just as much, if not more, than with the stranger and his unsettling gaze). He hurried to get ahold of himself, slowly sitting back on his haunches and squaring his shoulders, unable to believe that he had allowed hinself to appear so... Weak.

It would have to be forgotten. The stranger's words were unexpected and Hux briefly narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"But there's no one else here," he observed suspiciously. Indeed, the only canine scents in the vicinity were his own and the Witchdoctor's... But perhaps he had been rehearsing a conversation? Hux was distracted from his abashed mood, intrigued.