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The child had since been forgotten, attention place solely upon Cicero. Perhaps he should have been more flexible considering the lessons he'd once received from the older male, but, of course, he was not. Xan saw things in only one way, being what he wanted to do and when he wanted it done. Cleaning a soiled pup was nowhere near being something he intended to do, and so he'd opted to leave instead. Yet, he'd brought himself to a stop in the process of doing so, the cocktail of words, snarls, and teeth having set him off.

In spite of the warning, he'd not turned around to tend to the child, nor had he issued an apology. Rather, he'd denied the other's authority, his own face contorting into a snarl. It was thereafter that Xan had jerked forward, attempting to secure his jaws around the other's scruff. If successful, he'd proceed by trying to then push Cicero down towards the ground. If he were to fail, however, distance would be sought after until another opportunity arose.