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His teeth found purchase on the back of the boy’s neck, and Aventus immediately followed through by shoving his weight forward and down. He was pleased with himself when Glaucos’ face met the dirt. Unsure of what to do with the feeling of superiority that his position over the rival pup gave him, Aventus snapped his tail high above his hindquarters and ground his teeth harder into Glaucos’ scruff.

A growl bubbled around the fur in his mouth as he shifted his position, attempting to straddle Glaucos entirely. He wasn’t all that familiar with dominance and submission rituals, and the severity of this went a little beyond the ordinary when it came to that, so he was forced to heed only his instincts. Those were unfortunately muddled so much with hatred that all he really wanted to accomplish by it was pain, misery, and humiliation.

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