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Clock released a sigh of relief when the other wolf, Sirona, immediately offered her assistance. He held still while she pryed it off, wincing when the pincer finally came free from his nose. He expected her to fling the offending creature off into the bushes, but instead watched as she dashed to the ocean as fast as she could. He quickly followed, barking threateningly at the tiny body as it soared through the air and landed in the water with a splash. He watched the waves for a few moments with hair raised to see if the creature would come back. When he was satisfyed it wouldn't, he turned to the female. "Thank you Sirona!" he said graciously. "I owe you one! My name is Clock, by the way." He wagged his tail friendly-like, then pawed a little at his snout. It hurt a lot, and was bleeding in a few areas where the pincer had broken the soft skin of his nose.