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He didn't know what the other man's game was, but Nightjar wasn't interested in it. He sought to push past the white wolf on the shore and continue in his trek, but froze in his tracks when Birk called him a catch. In his own opinion he was one. A strong, well-muscled wolf with an impeccable grasp of the ancestral ways made him a catch in more ways than one. But to hear it coming from one of his own sex was too much for him to handle.

He spun and issued a vicious and wordless snarl, a final warning of sorts for the fellow to back off with his unnatural and unwanted advances, lest Nightjar show him just how effective his thick shoulders and neck were at throwing down another wolf.