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Swiftly, he jumped from that branch, his heart hammering hardly his ribs, and raced to the scenery of a probable fight, his muzzle opened as he screamed a pitch, strident "WAIT!!" And he rose his hands, waving them in the air, to stop them.
His eyes were still wide, but they were hard as he glared at the amber ones of Hemming, and he noticed something weird in the top of his grayish head. Keen, that had been holding strongly in the thick mane of the white boy, cawed lowly. What the hell?
The pale boy ignore it, opening widely the light cream arms and hugging the Markku's belly, shuting tightly his eyes as he squeezed himself at the soft brown fur of his Guide. Now, he couldn't need more his huge Teddy Bear. The fear he had felt for that bear almost gave him a convulsion. The connection he had for that enormous furball was too strong. He felt awful for putting the giant bear in that situation, don't matter if it was danger at all or not. He mouthed a sorry, but he knew neither the bear nor that stupid chicken could see it.
He turned the steel-hard, ice-cold eyes to the male, anger tangible in both his eyes and voice. "Point that stupid thing elsewhere or I swear I'll rip your heart off your chest!!" He threatened, his voice rough and enraged.