everything's so nice until you crash..

[Dutch Biler'a]

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Dutch heard his brother's snort. Letting out one of his own, the male smiled grimly. His yellow eyes were now locked on Ril'o's green ones, ready to fight. He put a single grubby finger up to his brother's face. He would of killed him by now, but he knew that he wouldn't be welcome at Dahlia de Mai then. He needed a pack and her. Thinking of her made Dutch grin this time happily and not rudely.

"Brother, you would be dead now if we weren't on pack lands. Perhaps I could murder you and then dump you off in the middle of no where? Now that's a good plan!" The brute rumbled, chuckling slightly. His finger was still near Ril'o's neck, a threatning vibe covering Dutch.

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