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Alarian was more curious than concerned when he noticed Xahi had strayed from the group. At first he had tried to think nothing of it; the girl was free to roam as she pleased. Ultimately, though, the boy couldn't keep his nose out of it-- he decided he wanted her company and set off after her.
The first flashes of alarm started when he heard Xahi yelling. It didn't stop, either, only grew more frantic and enraged, and soon enough Ali found himself breaking into a run. He sprinted onto the scene with every intention of attacking whoever was upsetting her, but his senses contradicted his imagining of the situation and he skidded to a confused halt. A male was pinning Xahi, not hurting her, though she was obviously upset-- and he smelled... like her. Like her kin.
Hey, get off of her! Ali snapped anyway, hackles rising slightly. He held off on attacking, fearing it would be a mistake like last time-- but he wasn't about to stand by and let this happen. Then he directed his attention to Xahi. What's going on?
There was more behind the question; his gaze was wide and soft, questioning, and a bit sad. He had seen her snapping at the other wolf, the one who was certainly related to her though he could not say how. Surely there was a reason for this... Ali knew he had his own reasons.