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A simple tradition indeed! Sighing, Uller looked back towards the direction he came and then up at the sky. It would take him a bit to get back, so he thought it best if he started back now. Rubbing a hand over his jaw, he looked to the wolfos and smirked. "I'm going to head back to campus. Are you coming with me?" He asked, arching a brow. "We can talk more there. After that run, I'm afraid I'm out of breath. It's been a while since anyone's ran me like that." His voice held no ill will towards the wolfos. He could understand tradition and instinct. Those blue hands disappeared into his coat pockets once more, sighing out and watching the swirls of air around him. The cold weather felt good, but his minis were probably going insane in their cages.

He nodded when the boil said he'd linger a bit and chase things down. Well, he wouldn't deny a fellow hunter his sport. Then he shrugged a little and nodded. "Sounds good to me. I'm not picky when it comes to what I eat. So whatever you catch is fine with me. You don't really have to apologize. If I was a wolf, I'd probably chase a deer too," he said, offering the other a smirk.

"I'm near the end of the hall. Across from Tahki if you know where she is." With that, he walked off and back towards campus. Next time he knew to avoid running right away. Oh, well. All was fair when you weren't known by another hunter.