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Burning amber gaze touches upon the woman as she eats what the brothers have left for her, picking at their leftovers like a scavenger. His eyes narrow as his tail lashes against his hocks before he turns from her to face Conan with a low huff. He will not hunt for her. He will not take care of her. He hunted for himself. He hunted for Conan. If she could not hunt for herself then she would starve, he thinks indignantly. He is not a pup sitter and he is not her mate. The feral Commander only spoils his brother because it is his duty, because his warped love for his brother compels him to do so however forbidden it might be (and in fact that it is “forbidden” only makes it that much more sweeter). Conan raises a question but Declan does not answer admittedly. He casts a look at her from the corner of his eye and lets out a low grunt before his gaze snaps back to his brother as Declan draws his tongue across his jowls. “She comes with us to the borders,” The feral Commander announces, his deep, guttural timbre like the brewing thunder before a storm. “she will stay back until we call for her.” The words are meant for her as much as they were meant for Conan. “Cennasach can decide what to do with her.”

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