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Vlad was not convinced. He flashed Lasher an exagerrated 'wtf?' look, dominant brow rising high on his forehead. The grin grew stale and stiffened, like a cupcake left bare and uncovered in a dry kitchen. "How ees frend eef not knowing vat ees name? You sneak," the Russian declared, drawing a slash in the salt-thick air with the tip of his nose as he said it. "You checking Bleckface gone, breeng many wulf for taking Salty Veenter peck over! Vlad knowing sneaky plenns!" He had started to pace the line that separated them, eyes locked on the alpha wolf. It wasn't for Vlad to know that Donnelaith was about to become their most immediate neighbour, and that his words and actions here would not endear him to its leader. "You going now," the Russian said, and then, in a moment of anger, gave away more information than he had intended. "I make protect Bleckface peck from sneak!"