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Fox's reaction removed all semblance of agreeability Ashmedai might have for the boy. He'd never really dealt with this sort of thing in his previous pack before (having been a hunter and a hunter only), and up till then hadn't been quite sure of what to do, instead playing along with Shrike who might have at least an idea. So when his alphess leapt forward, he did too, baring and snapping his teeth.

If Shrike could have seen inside his head, he would have been too smug to say anything.

You know what, next time I'll just trust my instincts and you, he growled out (half in the process of chasing Dingo, and half communicating with Shrike). Racing alongside them was easy - he had been trained to hunt, trained to kill - but not wolves, never wolves. So, when the male managed to skirt away and remove himself at last, Ashmedai had to steel himself for whatever was coming from the look on the other male's face. 

Yeah, next time, he'd just run them off.