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"On the contrary, I feel it matters very much," Corvo replied, tilting his head slightly to the side. He found the youth's arrogance foolish and irritating, but he wasn't willing to let that show. Instead, his yellow eyes remained steadfast and cold, showing no mirth for the pup's games. And it was a game, that Corvo could easily sense. He wondered what sort of wolves this young male came from, to have gotten away with that behavior for so long. 

"If that's the case, then I'd suggest your group do more by way of securing their lands. After all," he paused, shrugging his shoulders, "never know what sort of riffraff like me might wander by. Now, what is it you're doing so far from your pack?" Despite himself, he was curious as to the youth's safety. Was he putting on territorial bravado to protect himself? After all, he didn't know Corvo or what he might be capable of.