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The scent of her had announced her presence before she had even uttered a sound. The gruff hound drew in the air of her aroma and huffed softly. When she stepped forward to meet him, her whine signaled her respect of his item. Still, Howlett met her with a surly bark that had formed in the very back of his throat. The glint of his yellow gaze met her own features, and he roamed her shape freely before a frown settled on his dark lips and he furrowed his brow. The hound was not keen on watching eyes when he was enjoying his piece and the satisfaction of gnawing against his previous kill.
 
The fur along his back bristled some as he rose up from his laying position and made himself attentive in posture. The tall ears atop his head drew forward. Howlett exhaled in the sound of a dissatisfied humph before taking a single step forward to put his bone behind his front paws. “What to you want?” he demanded.