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Toxochelys did nothing to conceal a derisive smirk at the mention of Reek’s alleged rebirth, but when the priest locked eyes with Gavriel, he firmly placed one paw forward to loom threateningly once again. His expression turned to stern severity as a guttural rumble erupted deep in his throat, cautioning the Grotto wolf to promptly ditch the foolishness that began to show with his religious pride. "Your Daystar won’t save you if you don’t mind your fucking manners," he snapped warningly.
 
When Gavriel demanded that the small, rusty coloured wolf flee their sight, the tawny Kru raised his head high and lashed his tail once to demonstrate his acceptance of the matter, still staring after Phares with violence smouldering in his bright orange eyes. He had no opinion one way or another if the seasoned Gona had no further use of the Grotto follower. He snorted like an indignant stallion, then turned his gaze to his superior and nodded. There was no need for them to linger.