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....ohdear. Here comes the nasty.
Eyes more blue than pink with his mood, Teo's icey gaze drifted over to the form ahead. He knew this pelt, this wolf. Anatole. He was in his secui form, probably out to hunt, but with the fragile mind Teo held, it didn't seem that way at first. He felt the ground beneath him stop moving as his paws stilled, near-feral stare settling on the other male. The medicine man knew this other tribe member's rank. It was that of a scout, a lower rank than his own. Good, right where a wolf belonged. ...but he's a brother. There's no need for this. That feral glint in Teo's eyes hide his hesitation completely. The albino was losing his control.
"Out hunting, Anatole?" He called over, keeping his place where he stood, tail flicking to even out with his spine; not complete dominance but signaling his rank over the other. "It's not often I see anyone in their secui forms anymore." His tone was casual, though it held a certain... daring hint deep within, taunting the wolf, daring the scout to try anything.
On a normal day, he'd be happy to see Anatole. Despite the hostility before, he liked the male. Despite the other's wolven breed, he appreciated the purity behind his place in the tribe. Teo held no true resentment towards the scout. However, on that day, anyone, wolf or not, scout or not, even poor Gemma, would've easily fallen victim to his sharp tongue... and sharper fangs.
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