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Her quiet retort made Atreyu curse his partial deafness. He had missed what she had said but refrained from blurting out a loud what in reply. The tone had been bitter; he didn't want her to suddenly turn around and pull his throat out. He wasn't even sure if the lithe stranger was capable of that but he didn't want to risk it. The boy had caught her second statement though, and chuffed slightly. Busy doing what? His curiousity nagged but, again, he kept quiet, letting an amused grin linger on his face.

Sighing, Atreyu shrugged. He supposed he probably had better things to do than follow this poor woman, but marking and patrolling borders wasn't fun. Intercepting strangers, now that was exciting! However, it was rare that others trespassed.

Judging solely by her gruff words, he could tell her patience was waning, though Atreyu was curious just how far he could infuriate her. Though not actively, of course, like a raven would by swooping already ticked off predators — he wanted to just slowly grate on her nerves. For how long he would be able to, though, was a mystery. "Eh, that's not my duty," he said. It was technically every pack mate's duty but, like the lazy youth that he was, Atreyu simply couldn't summon the effort needed. "Like I said, I'm hunting," he continued. Apparently he was doing a bit of everything; hunting, stalking, aimless wandering, attempting to give directions to lost souls. "You just got in the way."