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Ezekiel leaped to his feet at the sound of thumping. Another wolf leaped out of the bracken towards his kill. It startled him, what did she think she was doing, going for his kill like that? Even if it was only the head left, he still wouldn't lose it to some stranger. He snarled and tackled the small white female, throwing her down and pinning her. Teeth barred he kept her down, large muscles flexing as he struggled to keep his grip. Sorry... I thought it was left. She muttered, and Zeke let go a bit. She'd possibly just made a mistake, but he couldn't be too trusting just yet.

The large grey boy backed off of her, allowing her to stand when he realized that she probably couldn't take the kill even if she tried. She was much smaller than him, and she seemed apologetic. He remained on edge, still a bit stunned by the initial surprise before asked curiously. Sorry, I just thought you might be a thief. Who are you? It was a stern statement, but he was sincere in his apology. He felt bad for assuming, but he had to be careful.