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Yuda stopped. It had many possibilities in the mixture of one action. He could have easily stepped around her and acted as if she never existed. The sandy female would probably happen upon thoughts of who the boy was now and again, but any memory of the she-wolf hadn't been held by the male in the first place. Out of sight, out of mind was the exact descriptor of Yuda's ingrained behavior; he was neither aware, nor unaware of things such as these, but in any form or state, as usual, he did not care.

This leads to even more acknowledgement. Demon eyes connected with those created by the heavens. Perhaps there could be no more opposition in two other wolves. Intrigue brushed upon the brain, for confrontation was solely used within the dismantled, no, dilapidated, even more so destroyed, clan and pack he was pledged to (though pledging was a choice, unlike his being a way of life and no more).

"You are bold." A favor dipped its hand and dusted the taupe one that was a wall to the path he'd been set upon. That was free, a badge of courage gaining a small stab of respect, yet more words would be earned, if even possible.