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He ran far and long enough that the cat decided its energies were better spent elsewhere, for the beast knew that the wolf, though lacking the same armament, would nonetheless put up a fight after the chase. His paces slowed in tandem with the female who had ran just aft of him, and as he comes to a stop he turns broadside to her, slack-jawed and panting as he looks behind her after the cat that was no where to be seen.

"Phew," he breathed, shaking his coat to dispel the tension that had collected in his muscles as she asked his name. "Rexxar," he answered, gazing back expectantly in anticipation of her own name.