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When her eyes didn’t leave him his brows scrunched together, wondering what her intentions were, then visibly relaxed. Assuming she wasn’t too concerned about the raccoon, he left it at that and stared back at her. As per usual, his name was requested—demanded, is more like it, but he didn’t linger too much on her tone—though he remained silent. It wasn’t like being around Thuringwethil or Portia, both of which he could speak to if need be, and it definitely wasn’t like being with Freyja; words had never been needed between the siblings, as they’d found a way to understand one another through silence. The girl was a total stranger to him, which automatically meant that he would not speak to her.

Needing to give her some kind of answer, either way, Hvitserk shrugged his shoulders. Of course, he knew exactly who he was but would he share that information with her? Definitely not. Deciding to instead have her believe that he could not speak, the yearling opened his mouth and forced out a cough before shutting it. After meeting Arrille, he didn’t feel bad when it came to lying about his ability to speak. He just saw it as a way to keep those he did not know from attempting to pry words out of him.