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He'd made her laugh- or something had. Laughter, coming from a stranger, could always mean one of two things- either he was doing a good job and being funny, or he was making himself into some sort of laughing stock. Though he looked like he could hold his own weight in a fight, the softness that framed Fluke's body was also present in his spirit, and the gentle giant's jade eyes glimmered for a moment when Towhee spoke, but that shine went away, slightly, when she said that she'd been joking the whole time. He chuckled softly, but the sound was fairly dry- especially when she went on to say that X was the pack's alpha, with a straight face. Had she continued laughing, he might have followed suit- but now she was really watching him, as though trying to measure out how dumb he really was. And by that point, he felt really, really dumb.

He didn't like the joke about the hawk anymore, but he didn't want to be a mope either. He usually got teased more when he started to show how hurt he was, so instead, he did his best to play along- though his spirit wasn't really in it. "Good thing I didn't try to pounce him then," He said quietly. She had seemed nice enough, but he wasn't so sure now- if she played these sorts of games on other wolves, he wasn't sure he was too into it. Innocent tricks were one thing- but he preferred to keep tricks among those he knew well enough that they knew he meant no harm. But here Towhee was, playing mindgames with a total stranger; it told him a bit more about her that maybe she hadn't want him to know.