Gyrfalcon's Keep walking up the rocky path

"Well, yeah," Atreyu said again with another shrug. He did lean back slightly when the male took a step forward, wary despite his nonchalance. He smelt of foreign territory but if that meant the stranger was from another pack or was simply a loner was unknown to the boy. Not that there would be a much of a difference, though. Perhaps if he did attack it would be easier finding him if he belonged to a pack. Atreyu was not planning on being mauled today, however.

He shot back a mischievous look in response to the male's own icy glare. "'Cause I was bored," he said. He tore his eyes away from the silvery gaze of the stranger's and turned to the meadow before them, a pretty scene in amongst the craggy cliffs and screaming falcons above. "What are you doing anyway?" he said, side-stepping away from the male and putting a short distance between them — just in case. "You don't smell of the sea."