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He shrugged at her question, even though she probably didn't see it. Honestly, it didn't look like she had been doing anything — well, anything of importance, anyway. While it was entirely common for wolves to wander and explore, many had reasons for their travelling, and Atreyu generally took it upon himself to find out why. For no other reason than because he was curious. Or bored.

He shrugged again at her next question, noting the hint of irritation in her voice with a grin. "Dunno," he answered flatly, though there was an impish glint to his eyes. He stared at her swaying tail as she walked for a few moments before adding, "bored." Well, really, he was hungry, and this female looked to be pretty capable — he had half the mind to try and persuade her to help him maybe catch something. Though he kind of had his doubts that she would be up for that. "I'm from Stavanger Bay," he continued, as if she would care about where he lived. "Down the coast a bit."

So, that meant the entirety of the shoreline was their territory and he had every right to know what a loner was doing stalking around in it. Obviously.