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"Ambrose?" She asked, looking back to Tegan after trying to stare down the bullfrog- which didn't go so well. She wasn't even sure the damn thing had eyelids. "He stayed with a group of yearlings we met while we were travelling. Was more or less gonna try to, hah, kind of take over and lead them. He was good at that kind of thing," She said, turning her attention back to the bullfrog, as she lowered herself into a crouch. She bared her teeth at the greenish, brownish thing, but before she could do anything, it turned to the side and began to crawl toward the sticky mud. She let it be, and straightened up. 

Tegan seemed to like the idea of being on the move; maybe it was because for him, there was a certain novelty to it- he had, after all, had to tell his mom that he was leaving, so she assumed based on that fact that he didn't get out much. "True," She said, nodding. "I never really imagined settling down with a pack, so this is actually kind of awesome. You probably enjoyed travelling from the Caldera to here, didn't you?" She asked.