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Dragomir didn't know what he was expecting, but Tye's defensive posturing wasn't it. He splayed his ears to the sides for a moment, taken aback that the other wolf didn't simply hand the squirrel over, and his tail dipped from above his back to somewhere between his back and his haunches. Apart from Mal, this was his first time attempting to show dominance over another wolf. He truly didn't know what he was doing; he lacked the hormones necessary to drive his actions.

Nevertheless, Dragomir recovered and pitched his ears forward. His lips came together in a tight pucker, revealing only the tips of his teeth as he growled out a warning and took a stiff step toward Tye, tail flagging. His eyes scanned over the other wolf for some sign of insecurity or weakness, something he could exploit to drive the confidence out of Tye and win the upper hand for himself. He was underweight and unkempt, clearly not well taken care of, but who wasn't underweight these days? The juvenile didn't fare much better.

Which was really the point of all this, wasn't it? If times weren't so lean, Dragomir wouldn't dream of challenging another wolf for his meal, not even the lowest ranked in the pack. But times were tough, and judging by the scent of blood lingering, Tye had already partaken of his catch. To hog more when another hungry pack mate came along was just selfish, wasn't it?

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