Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

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The very movement of Thuringwethil's near-distant figure, a flash of black muscle, was enough for Lucani to move with her. By the time the young Alpha was shooting towards the unfamiliar scent, the grey-furred Gamma was already at her side, a growl soft in her chest, poised for attack, but also very alert and sharply curious. She did not outright attack when the scene was upon her, because two great warriors — Thuringwethil and their own hardy Dio — were right in the face of what turned out to be a bony little stranger who looked full-on terrified.

While Dio finished his initial attack and Thuringwethil made commands with snarls and glares, Lucani moved round gracefully to block the trespasser's exit. Her growl had vanished now, but she stood tall and strong. Her eyes were not furious as they looked at the now-grovelling stranger, but inquisitive.