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Having flung his foe aside, Virtute felt confident that he wouldn't have to use too much of his own energy, or risk injuring himself though the male's verdant gaze remained upon his ward- calling out to her. He glanced toward Veritas, and was relieved to see that she'd stayed where she was, but in a flurry of courage and movement, the male had picked himself up, and sprinted toward her. Virtute screamed in anger, and after crouching to ready his muscles, he crossed the distance between them in three powerful bounds- and leapt for the wolf's side, with both forelimbs outstretched, aiming to grab him and tackle him to the ground so that he could not touch the young girl.