Wheeling Gull Isle guess i'm the blue, new blood

Aimi continued to stare at the floor, cold sweat among the silence -- then a snarl came to her features when this jackass had the audacity to laugh -- when she was already feeling awkward about this situation.

UGH. Why the hell did she even bother apologizing to this idiot!? She should've just kicked his ass as promised and left...

Though Aimi would've been stupid to not notice the change of atmosphere and tone when the midnight-cloaked boy spoke his next words, to which the sea otter would turn back to him and raise a brow in confusion. 

'Doesn't wanna be friends' he says -- 'Better off not knowing me'  he says -- what was this even about? 

The costal she-wolf continued to stare at Renwick in pure confusion followed by a brief silence; before her shoulders drooped and her soft features eventually faded into somewhat of an unamused narrowing of eyes. "Humph! What herbs you sniffing to think I want to be friends?" she responded rather childishly back to his previous statement. The otter was secretly curious about him and where he came from, but she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of acknowledging that, of course. "And you think you hide yourself from me forever? As long as you here, I make sure you don't slack for winter in sister's pack." Nah, she'll just cover it up by making an excuse as to why she'd be keeping tabs on him.

To his apology, she'd glance down again and awkwardly shuffle in place. "I-It whatever. It wasn't...serious anyway..."