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the dark male does not flee, but picks a side — hers. the matriarch is for a moment flushed with gratitude, but there is hardly any time to give voice to such things. he moves between herself and the male, allowing the huntress a precious moment to gather herself. fleetingly, she considers fleeing, but can not leave this shadow to fend for himself, and can not turn her back on a threat like donovan. 

and then he is charging the male, and she can not cower behind him. she slips to the side, a breathless "thank you," escaping her lips as she offers a fleeting sideways glance to the stygian. lunging, her jaws aim for the side of the male's face, snapping on empty air inches from the soft flesh of his cheek, tail curled high and lips curled. he is a threat to everything she stands to lose.