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When she sat down it was clear they were in for a conversation — not that Atreyu minded. He was a sociable creature, even more-so towards his pack members (though, perhaps not that freckled kid he had met on the beach a few weeks ago). Planting his own rump onto the cold ground, the boy quickly scratched at an itch — or flea — behind his ear as the girl spoke. He stopped with his foot still hovering above the snow, tilting his head.

"She didn't attack you?" he asked, genuinely curious. He knew Ragnar and Thistle to be unforgiving towards trespassers, though perhaps she wasn't too close. He couldn't imagine she would be treated too kindly if she took a nap within the scent-marked border. "We usually keep trespassers as slaves here," he added with a wink, giving no other information as to whether he was being serious or not.