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No, came the abrupt reply from the dark female, before she turned and headed off without a second glance. Slightly taken aback, Atreyu canted his head to the other side, watching her leave. While it was painfully obvious that she wasn't quite one for conversation (either that or she had just simply had enough of the boy), Atreyu wasn't done talking. He hadn't met too many loners even when he was one himself; the only other wolves he had really conversed with were the other members of Stavanger Bay. Besides, she might also be from another pack! An aspiring Outrider, Atreyu wanted to know all about the other packs they shared the Wilds with, whether the stranger liked it or not.

Ever the sociable but obnoxious teenager, the Iota begun to trail after her, his footfalls loud and quick compared to the quieter ones of the female. Though she stated she hadn't been hunting, Atreyu was curious what she was doing, as if it were his business. She walked as if she were on some sort of mission (or perhaps she just wanted to get away from him). "So what are y'doing?" he started in an attempt to start a conversation with the impassive female. "You don't smell of any packs around here."