His approach brought mixed reactions from the two wolves, which only made his lazy grin wider. A clearly aggrieved sigh from the pretty female, and a reptilian stare from the white male. He returned the stare without bothering to hide his amusement before turning to answer the female. "No thank you, ma'am, I'm not hungry." It would be the height of rudeness to take food from a loner that he, being a well-fed pack wolf, didn't need. His tail swung languidly at the level of his hocks, every bit of his posture speaking of being relaxed and unhurried. Still, the continuous stare of the white male was disconcerting and drew Atreides' olivine gaze back to him with a quirk of the boy's brow. "Well, it's not boy," he retorted with amusement. "And isn't it a little rude to demand someone's name when you haven't even given your own?" Tilting his head to the male cheekily, he instead bowed low to the female, one paw tucking against his chest as his his head and chest dropped low in a deliberately silly, extravagant bow. "Atreides Armada, ma'am, at your service," he intoned, peeking up at her with dancing eyes.
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