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Anger, familiar and hot, bubbled through his veins as the pale Gamma glared at the little girl he'd once considered friend. She had, apparently, lost her mind when it came to his pack. It didn't make sense to him, at all. While New Dawn and Inferni might not agree on some things, there was no particular animosity between the packs. Rather, it was a live and let live mentality; Dawners would not intrude upon Inferni's business, and they expected the same from the Coyote clan. Really, New Dawn kept to itself for the most part, but there were none who could call them unfriendly. In fact - and this agitated Shandom further - they'd taken Terra in when they found her, bleeding and broken, on their borders. The girl was apparently retarded. Shandom considered pitying her.
The blatant disrespect to his Alphess, however, negated the whole thing. Titania might be young, but Shandom loved her like a sister and appreciated her unique outlook on life. She was a good Alphess, and he didn't understand how the coygirl could have the audacity to be so disrespectful to a pregnant leader. It is remarkable, the Gamma snarled, his chocolate eyes locked on Terra's pregnant form. One would think that, after the kindness our pack showed her this past winter, she would not be so stupid as to treat you in such a fashion. How utterly disrespectful of her.
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, and Terra's posturing didn't help. She held herself arrogantly and stupidly - Shandom would have found her desperate attempts to look intimidating comical if he were not so furious. Instead, he found her disrespectful and needlessly challenging to his Alphess; the Gamma would not stand for this. Snarling, he considered forcing the girl to submit, and his fur bristled as he held his larger body in a rather threatening pose. Run, then, he barked after her departing form. It was the first time he'd ever considered actually attacking a pregnant girl.
Turning to Titania, the Gamma shook his large, scarred head and tried to calm himself down. His hackles remained bristled, but the anger was subsiding into something more manageable; the world had lost its distinctly red tinge. The girl is a fool, Shandom hissed. It is my hope that she does not return here.
Shandom is by nat; table code from the Mentors!
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