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Her pleas fell on deaf ears. His pride had already been wounded, and it was evident that his last attack had damaged her pride, and he was seeing red. Just when he was about to spout out something truly volatile, a second wolf came from the underbrush with an awkward stride. Arnvarr assumed that the wolf was trying to display some form of dominance. Regardless of that, the wolf was taller, much taller. If he managed to anger him enough, it would be a tough fight. 
"Who are you?" The wolf bellowed. He gave his best efforts to be intimidating, but Arnvar had to avert his eyes to the ground in order to not burst out laughing. He had never head a wolf talk in a voice so peculiar. The large wolf began softly speaking, and exchanged a few glances with the scarred one. After the two finished talking, Arnvarr looked up with a full grin. 
"I," he began, pausing for a long moment "am Arnvarr, Xahi's brother. And you are?"