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Just when the yearling's continued stillness was transitioning Kaizer from a state of worry to one of pure alarm, another figure arrived that not only looked like an older version of the prone adolescent on the ground, but smelled intensely of him as well. It didn't take more than that for Bluesummer to know that they were related, and that he looked like the perpetrator here, rather than an innocent bystander. Though the male was slightly smaller than himself, certainly his defensiveness would make any fight between them a severe problem for Kaizer— it was why he never bothered with youngsters; vindictive parents were never too far behind. He stepped back from the beta's teeth, opening his mouth to explain just as the boy began to stir.

His mouth clamped shut and he watched him stir faintly, opening his eyes only to croak for his mother. Kaizer's jaw tensed, and he looked back towards the older male, trying to keep the defensive edge out of his voice as he said: "I found him like this— I don't know any more about this than you." He hoped the boy would get up already and explain himself. Kaizer would hate losing some skin over a matter he technically had nothing to do with. "It looks like he hasn't eaten... in a while," he drifted, eyes passing over the dramatically thinned frame, before again lifting precariously towards the presumed father.