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Slowly, Atreyu's vision returned, lending him a proper view of the stranger. He was a quintessential grey wolf - with a fit build and monochromatic fur that shone in the sunlight. The youth would have spent a longer time admiring his coat, too (as he himself sported one that would not lay flat no matter how hard his mother had tried), however, he wrinkled his nose at the other after his mocking bark. Atreyu was a prideful youth, not appreciating strangers just sneaking up like that (which wasn't hard to do when it came to Atreyu) and then taunting him.

However, quick as his sour mood had come, it fled, the male's repeated warning seizing his attention. Ears flicking forward, the boy raised his chin defiantly, "I can look wherever I please." Even so, he wouldn't be looking at the weird phenomenon in the sky again. Thankfully, he had learned his lesson on that one. The grey stranger's added statement confused the boy, though. Why would one get in trouble for staring at a woman? Why was he staring at women? "Gross," Atreyu responded quietly. At nearly eight months old, the boy still found girls to be utterly gross, unable to see them in that way just yet.