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Licks ran around his muzzle, short soothing ones. He looked down at Fayne unhappily. Why would anyone do this? His ears were licked, slightly tickling the wolf. He opened his mouth in a grin, hackles slowly lowering down. At least she was still alive. If she had been killed Tharin wouldn't have had any rest, seeking to bring justice for his pack. His tail wagged a little, remembering that he wasn't alone anymore. There was a pack that would stand at his side to help him keep everyone safe.
An approving growl came out at her declaration. Amy would definitely regret what she had done. Tharin had nothing more than a name to go on, but he would make sure. If Fayne needed help getting stronger, he would give it. Granted, he wasn't a warrior. This could be a chance for him to learn how to fight as well. It wouldn't be happening again. His head rested over her, looking out of the den. He might not be able to heal her, but he could stand guard. Tharin's golden eyes glinted as he looked out, ready to begin the battle to make her regret.
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