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Tail Yank: 4 See Here

Her eyes narrowed. Something was different. Something was off. He was not Shit-For-Brains but another beast entirely. The cinnamon male's rigidity spoke volumes of his current state. Her ears tipped forward, focusing on him, letting everything else filter away. She, too, could be a beast of instinct but she would not let this one become what he was not, or rather, what he should not have been. 

Moving closer, she closed her teeth on his tail and yanked. "Snap out of it, Shit-For-Brains." She decided then that she'd keep calling him that. It was only fitting with this mess that he'd gotten himself into. After she got him grounded again, they'd go hunting. Yeah. Something like that.