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The stranger went to continue but then stopped, causing Atreyu's ears to swivel forward, worried he had somehow missed the rest of the sentence. Instead, she simply rested her head back onto the rock, looking like she was about to go to sleep but he could still see her odd eyes in amongst the steam. Spiritual wolves? Perhaps some thought differently about what caused these hot springs. Atreyu himself wasn't very spiritual or religious, but he fancied the idea of some fiery behemoth lurking beneath their feet, warming the little pools here. He grinned at the thought, wondering about what sort of monster had created the ocean before Scarlett spoke again.

Looking up, the boy then turned his muzzle in the direction he had come from. "Stavanger Bay," he replied, deeming this girl friendly enough to at least let her know where he was from. "It's along the coast." His nose wiggled as he tried to pick up her own scent, though the steam (and gases) that hung about the area masked most other scents. He could detect something, though, a strange fragrance that emanated from her coat that Atreyu had never smelt before. Being a yearling, he had no concept of what females and heat was. The scent was intriguing, but he didn't question it (out loud, at least). "Where are you from?" he shot back with a tilt of his head.