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He'd been coming from the opposite direction, so when he came across the scent of someone unfamiliar, unescorted, and definitely uninvited crossing into the territory, he could feel his fur standing on end.  Quixote took off in that direction without a second thought.  Though he still had a lot of questions about what his duties were supposed to be, this was one of those cases where it was absolutely crystal clear.

Ceara was already on scene.  Good.  Whoever it was wouldn't get any deeper into the territory then.  But of course, the target herself was also there so Quixote's gallop fell in pace to a stiff-legged trot, decorated with a particularly brutal-sounding snarl, lips parted to show a nice shiny array of teeth.  Despite his typical preference for being pretty casual when it came to dominance and submission, this was not the case right now, he was full on arched tail and aggressively puffed appearance that probably said what he meant across species lines without a word verbally said.  Other than the snarl, of course.

Whoever this was, they were a danger to his family.  If whoever this was didn't crumple into submission or flee in terror in like .003 seconds, she was going to have however-many pounds of angry father ripping into her hide.  The fact that there was another pup around?  Coincidence.  And it didn't look like he was going to stop moving forward either -- she was on a timer.