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The other wolf seemed largely oblivious to Oberon's presence, and while Oberon was in no particular hurry to carry a conversation, he was also in no particular hurry to leave. He liked this place, and even if it was no longer claimed by a pack that had ties to his family, Oberon felt as if he had a bit more of a right to be there than this stranger. Then again, perhaps he was jumping to conclusions. It was quite possible that this stranger had some sort of ties to Seracia. Perhaps. And yet, Oberon found himself doubting; perhaps it was his mother's staunch beliefs that were rubbing off on him. Either way, he wasn't about to leave just because there was someone else around.

Even when the stranger noticed him, Oberon remained impassive, amethyst gaze tracking the male as he stood proudly over his buried hoard, looking prepared to defend his food. The black and peach male stood silently for a moment, head tilted slightly to the side as he watched the stranger posture. "I don't want your food." Oberon said simply, voice composed as he stood silently. If the other chose to pick a fight anyways, well, Oberon would do what he had to do, he supposed. But he had no interest in the buried fruits that this stranger had claimed. Oberon was quite capable of hunting for himself, and besides, he didn't fancy the thought of trying to eat those once they'd gone bad.

Food in general didn't seem to preserve well, but if Oberon recalled correctly, those things got pretty nasty once they'd been left alone for a while. Oberon didn't envy the other in that regard. Maybe he couldn't hunt and that was why the stranger was so protective of his fruit/treasure. Still, Oberon definitely didn't share that excitement. It was fruit. Nothing exciting.

And despite his total lack of interest in the stranger's food, Oberon remained still, entirely unwilling to leave. He liked it here and he wasn't about to leave just because some stranger got all up in arms that Oberon had walked too close to their dinner.