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He doesn't like the way the other wolf looks at him; it sends a strange prickle down his spine, like something bad is about to happen. He shivers a little, ears flattening further at the question. No one. A ghost, He says after a moment of hesitation, inexplicably reluctant to give his name. Instead, he echoes the question. Who are you? His gaze flits to the clenched jaw, then back to the stranger's pale eyes, still finding nothing familiar in his face. Yet the boy seems to know him, somehow, and the thought is unsettling.