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The stranger was young but already pretty big, and would probably one day dwarf little Dingo. That didn't sit well with him; more importantly, they knew Towhee, which put him on-edge even faster. Had this been a woman (or a young girl) with the same connection then Dingo would have something to work with, but as it sat now he saw the stranger as one thing: a threat. Someone who might be able to see through the guise that Dingo wore around the little family, someone who could become a mighty cockblock to the lusty man - and he wasn't ready to give up his game yet.

Towhee? That what you said? Tow-hee? Doesn't ring-a bell, he refuted despite the abundance of scents all around that said yes, this is Towhee's crash pad, she's not here right now but leave a message — !! Dingo realized literally as he spoke that he couldn't really refuse this guy that fact, and so he huffed and with a forced chuckle, corrected himself: I'm kidding! Obviously. Yeah, she lives here. Who're you - some kinda gentleman caller? I'll have you know she's a mom now, so her bits are outta commish. Thinking about Towhee's bits didn't have the same thrill that he anticipated, at least in that moment. Dingo watched the stranger for a moment with a slight frown on his face.