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The boy was used to being asked what he was doing and why, causing others who stumbled upon him unexpectedly to be met with a defensive front. The stranger, however, didn't seem to really care about his unfortunate encounter with the cliff's ledge. And? Came his flat reply, and Atreyu twisted his ears back sheepishly. He had been prepared for the other boy to be angry at him or, at the very least, curious as to why he had suddenly disturbed the silence of the rather peaceful mountain trail. But apparently that wasn't the case.

Realising he was staring, the Iota glanced away again, turning to the view of the Wilds. "Do you live here?" he suddenly asked, turning his right ear towards the dark-furred stranger. He smelt of the mountains — the unmistakeable scent of stone, firs and pine mixed into his coat. Though, it didn't seem to be from this mountain in particular. Atreyu vaguely remembered being here before; hadn't he been chased off the lands by that terrifyingly large, white-furred female? He felt his stomach turn slightly as he recalled the memory, suddenly worried that the land was still claimed. Though, he hadn't come across any borders and, surely, if this wolf was a pack member he would've chased him off by now.

Even so, Atreyu looked out of the corner of his eye at the other yearling, keeping him in his wary gaze.