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Cold dread washed over Veteran as he found himself locked in Wayfarer's grip. He did not like this feeling of immobilization- some instinct deep within him knew that this was the prelude to pain. He was ready for the sting of Wayfarer's bite, squealing in pain almost before her needle-like teeth even met the soft, sensitive velvet of his ear. And he didn't stop, yelping over and over in the most pathetic way until he was released. 

His mother had come to his aid, lifting his tormentor away and restoring Veteran's mobility. He showed his gratitude by following after her, running to keep pace with her purposeful strides. Wayfarer swung from her jaws, carried away in the most undignified fashion. Veteran caught her eye and stuck out his tongue, feeling victorious despite the thorough thrashing he had just received in that fight, the outcome of which he would wipe swiftly and completely from his memory.