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Teme Lupus is by Alaine!

Blue eyes took in the scene as a whole, though his mind had narrowed considerably to focus solely on the mottled brown boy. He could see Lena trying to hold her brother back and the thought that he needed protecting caused more fury to wash through the male. In the back of his mind, a small voice niggled at him- he didn't know how to fight, he'd never been in a scrap of any sort. With no siblings and only the kind hearted and relatively weak Elias growing up to play with, Temeraire had never felt the need to actually play fight with him. It occurred to him in that moment that he was going to have to rectify that. His Uncle's warning had stuck in his brain, but he hadn't sought the Irish man out to improve on his defensive, or offensive, skills. As quickly as the thought had come, he pushed it away, the anger causing fire down his limbs and in his body.


It was perhaps in his favour that Lena still stood in the way, but there was a larger part of him that hungered for the clash of tooth and claw. With his face contorted into a ferocious snarl, the growls tumbling from his chest in quick succession, Temeraire was certainly raring to go. While Lena was facing away from him, he thought he spotted a moment of hesitation from her, or something, before her quiet seemed to cease the growls coming from her brother. Temeraire perhaps shouldn't have been surprised at her admission, but he felt the snarl drop from his face. He was still angry- she was justifying herself, trying to placate her brother and that was maddening. Her words stuttered as she scrambled to explain and it seemed to dawn on her brother who exactly was in the wrong.


The mottled boy stilled completely then and unconsciously Temeraire relaxed just slightly. His hackles remained on end, ears and tail in a dominant position, though there was no longer growls coming from him and his face had relaxed into a scowl instead. He was addressed then, his confrontational words putting him on edge again. He didn't trust his sister to do anything on her own it seemed, nor did he trust her word. Frustrating as it was, Temeraire recognised that there was little he could do about the situation. Damn right its true. And you might have discovered the truth sooner if you'd slowed down and listened to your sister, instead of accusing the guy who saved her. Tem bit out, the contempt for the younger males attitude plainly obvious in his voice. After another scathing look to the mottled boy, he glanced towards Lena, expression softening once more. Are you okay now? I hope I didn't hurt you, trying to save your life. He emphasised the last words, unable to help the sneer he sent Cody's way.

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