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Raven listened without comment or judgement, feeling a brief pang of concern for Ceara. She'd have to make a point to find her friend in the coming days and see how she was doing. Quixote's next words were, she felt, the root of the issue though, and when he had finished speaking, she was quiet for a moment as she contemplated how to respond.

"Maybe on some level, you knew without realizing it that she was a threat?" she ventured, wondering if she would have reacted the same way if she'd been the one in that situation. There was no question that she would commit murder to protect a puppy — she'd been fully prepared to slaughter Screech, no holds barred, when he'd attacked her and endangered her unborn pups. But the circumstances under which those feelings arose could be confusing sometimes, if things weren't as reactive and spur-of-the-moment as they had been the day that Screech had pulled his shit. "Maybe things are different for you now that you're a father. Instincts and all that?"