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"You have no worries," Jaws replied with a respectful tip of his muzzle. Although he had joked about it, it would have been his very nature as an erstwhile loner to attempt to get a piece of Finley's tail; but as a pack wolf he knew not to cross that line and had no interest in doing so. Instinctively, he had respect for his leaders, and selfishly he knew to disrespect them would be to his disadvantage and likely result in him forfeiting his new, comfortable life.

Elwood asked how is tank was doing and Jaws paused to consider it. "I got enough for one more," he replied, and after a short time he made his mark on some earth that he had scratched bare in the same way his Beta had before. Truthfully, there was probably enough left in there for another spray, but Jaws was beginning to feel a burn in his stomach that turned his thoughts toward food. Pack wolf though he was, he still preferred to hunt alone.

"I think we did pretty good," Jaws said to Elwood. "No excuse for any trespassers, anyway. I think I'll head out for a bit. Thanks for the help," he dipped his head with respect for his leader, and then strolled off.