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Her attempt at reprimand fails, but she does not mourn it. The moment has passed, as she intended. At the words, she turns back to her task, only acknowledging the woman with a vague flick of her ears. Flipping unexpectedly from would-be antagonist to uninvited company, her packmate invites herself along. Antha allows this, too, to pass without acknowledgment. She simply continues patrolling and marking, waiting for the next simple observation to pass the fiery woman's lips. The sky is blue, she might say next, and it smells like wolf in these woods. There are worse torments to endure, of course — and that's why Antha stays quiet.