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Lemmie know if I gotta change anything!

Dingo would never admit to being the root of all chaos in the world, but he had a knack for finding it - or it found him. But whatever hostility the two strangers posed towards Dingo seemed to uhh, not exactly vanish, because clearly he had rubbed the first guy the wrong way (winky face), but kind of, ease. This new guy was after answers, and the theif was eager to respond; he opened his mouth at the first mention of his brother Panther, but wasn't quick enough — he stood unphased while the wolves bickered amongst themselves, his jaw hanging.

Following a slew of names that meant next to nothing to the trespasser, the guard looked upon Dingo in the same sharp manner as his compadre. Gives him no right to trespass and steal, he intoned, and Dingo's jaw hinged back in to place. He didn't want to get in to any further trouble but at the same time, knowing now that his brother was here made him want to stick around.

But he's right! The boy jibed, his thin eyes glancing between the two wolves. Panther is my big brother. Tall, dark, handsome, has an accent? As he listed off the traits best known by his fellow teenagers (mostly the ladies, some suspicious lads that Dingo had always been leery of), he plastered a grin right back on his blunted face.

That must be who I smelled! You gotta let me see him, the boy's tail lifted and wagged, forgetting his fears temporarily despite the ever-present threat that both guards presented.