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When it was clear that the male would run instead of fight, Grayday swung furiously toward the shewolf at his side, eyes blazing as he began to check her over, his investigations a bit more rough that usual.

"The next time you catch an intruder that deep in our land, you need to sound the alarm," he snapped, his voice cracking at the last word. "Are you alright? Did he hurt you?" Heedless of her answer, the male would continue to sniff, groom, and examine his packmate until he'd seen for himself that she was unharmed. His emotions were going haywire, his nerves were on the fritz. He couldn't believe that someone had just waltzed in here, that he'd made it this far, that Pema had met him alone, unprotected. It could just as easily have been one of the kids -

Grayday swore loudly, turning his head away from the young healer. It seemed wrong to look at her when he was feeling this angry.