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She began yelling at him, and Dune could feel his patience waning. He was typically a very calm, very level-headed wolf, but she was blocking his way for no good reason, and he was done with it. Just as the last word left her mouth, Dune's lips curled back in a ferocious snarl, flashing ivory teeth. His eyes were no longer dull and mildly perturbed, but quite angry. She had no right to keep pestering him, and this was the only warning he would give.

Dune stood there, towering over her, still as a stone, emitting a low growl that she would be smart to avoid. He would not chase her if she fled, and honestly, that was the preferred outcome. Dune wanted to be left alone, and he didn't understand why she failed to see that. Perhaps words clouded her senses.