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At first he had been disgusted that he would be attacked without cause, but then that voice reminded him that this was no creature of thought and morals. It was a coyote, or at least some brute that associated himself with them, just as horrible as the real thing, worse really in his eyes. Fury had begun to bubble up in his soul at the thought of even possibly sharing some sort of relation to a creature like this. His eyes shown with hatred and anger as he dove into the Frey once more.

His teeth had missed their mark as a snarl burst from deep within his chest. His eyes flashed dangerously as he was forced to counter quickly for the bastard was fast and teeth snapped shut dangerously close to his haunch. Too close, for he felt fangs sink into loose skin and tear as he had backed away. Sharp pain was his answer as he ignored the pain and snapped back at the other male, his fangs diving for the strangers exposed ears and scruff as the creature best his short retreat out of reach. How he hated cowards.


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