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Rofl, I'm glad you're enjoying it! :D [size=-3]even though he's acting like an obnoxious 12-year-old sorry echelon[/size]

He was answered with silence, and he inwardly sighed as they continued on — him tailing close behind the strange female. Really, did no-one talk anymore? Maybe she was a spy. Or on some mission. His thoughts returned to the possibility that she was on Outriding duties, although her scent didn't hold any familiar pack smells. Did loners practice potential trades? He couldn't remember even knowing about trades and skills when he had his stint without a pack — he had been too busy just trying to survive.

Suddenly, the girl veered to the right and Atreyu quickened his pace, worried she was about to take off. He didn't really know if he would actually chase after her if she did — probably only for as long as he could be bothered. She wasn't so interesting that he would attempt to pursue her all the way across the Wilds. The pathway had opened up a bit with the change of direction, and so Atreyu drifted to her side instead of walking behind her like some sort of weirdo. "Are you lost?" he questioned, quirking an ear. "I can give you directions if you want." Perhaps he could point her in the direction of the shore where the sea lions lived. That would be hilarious.