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anathi's lips pulled back into a snarl. if the stranger was close enough to see and be seen, his intention was to deter them from further approach. it was a display of aggression, though his loud whines and the submissive licks of his maw communicated his bluff.

instincts kept him from being receptive. it was unwise to trust anyone while injured to such a degree. however, he'd needed help several times in the wilds and every stranger had been willing. the inner conflict continued as his demeanor eased.