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The Knight of the Court had been out doing his usual patrol of the territory. Even if he did not know all of the members of the pack by name or faces (and surely he did not, there were many newer souls that he had yet to set eyes upon) but he knew each scent. There seemed to be an influx of newcomers these past weeks, but each time he came across and unknown scent he made sure to check that it did indeed belong here. Haven had always been protective of Cour des Miracles and its members, but that protective streak was even stronger now that he was a father and his own children were out running around on the lands. He needed to make sure they were absolutely safe and secure, for if anything befell his pups...it made the man sick to even think it.
All had appeared as it should though and he rode Drogon leisurely back towards the stables. Though as he neared the building he heard an uneasy noise rising there from the other horses and a particularly shrill whinny soon pierced the air. Scowling, the Aatte kicked the mustang's sides and they galloped the rest of the way to the stables where Haven quickly dismounted. He heard voices towards the back of the building, one he knew and one he did not. The Knight was swift but silent in his approach and just as he could see inside the tack room the sound of a slap rang in his ears and he saw Anann being molested by some grey furred bastard.
The anger he felt was swift and terrible. Before conscious thought even crept into his mind he had moved into the room and grabbed the man roughly by the scruff and shoulder; it did not matter to him that the scent of the Court was on the creep's fur. Haven bodily pulled the man off and away from Anann and threw his sorry carcass to the dusty floor of the stables. Before the other could have a chance to rise, the Seneschal put one of his feet on the man's chest with enough pressure for it to be quite uncomfortable. His hackles were raised and jade eyes blazed with a fury. One ochre hand reached up and grabbed the pommel of his sword. "You better give me a damn good reason not to use this, and fast," he growled, eyes boring into the stranger's.
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