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Pema's words soothed the male very little; mostly, he felt bad that he'd snapped at her, and frustrated with both of them for having - somehow - allowed this to happen. "I know," he muttered, not quite answering. Then, with a final sigh, he turned back to the shewolf and gave her a placating lick on the forehead. "It's not your fault. Next time, though, make sure you sound the alarm."

He shook out his pelt, hoping to rid himself of the last shreds of aggression that lingered like poison in his joints. It didn't quite fade, but he felt more ready to think about the next step.

"Will you go back to the pups? I need to walk this off," he requested, already planning a trip to the borders. He'd make sure that the male had left for good, and then he'd lay some extra scent where the intruder had passed. Perhaps that would settled him down.