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Dagfinn wanted very badly to argue with the other male. It was bad enough that he even existed, let alone that he felt comfortable tossing orders his way. Dag was bigger and stronger than him, and he had half a mind to prove it - but he didn't want to upset Amber and, well, he was pretty tired.

Shooting Grayday a sullen look, Dag picked up his rabbits and padded silently to Amber's side, dropping them both before her in a gesture that clearly excluded the other male from the meal. The dark youth then attempted to curl up beside the girl he'd thought was his mate, needed her comforting warmth against him more than anything else. So little was kind, so little was even familiar in this place - but Amber was, and he would keep her as long as she would let him.