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Her reply and the show of her canines earned a soft but indignant snort from the boy as he disregarded the criticism. He personally couldn't find anything to fault in his approach — he usually could pull such an attack off. She had to be the one to go and ruin the fun. Maybe he smelt too much of the sea already? Despite how close the ocean was to the forest, the scent of tree sap and wet, mouldy leaves was almost pungent, especially here, so deep into the woodland.

At that thought, the boy drew forward slightly, nose wiggling as he took in the stranger's own scent. It was wild and scattered, no one distinct smell really standing out amongst the others. A loner? Or perhaps she was from a pack and just passing through, maybe out on a long Outriding mission? "Well, I tracked you this far," he commented with a casual shrug. Obviously, his tracking skills were sufficient, it was the foresight that maybe strangers didn't liked to be snuck up on that needed work. "You out hunting, too?" he then asked with an inquisitive tilt of his head, oblivious to his already poor reputation with the dark female.