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She drew away from the tree, head swinging in disapproval. No, Malacath, this is a pack, and you're trespassing, she spat, eyes beginning to blaze.

“Perhaps something living and breathing would satisfy your fury more. No?”

Oh, would that she could—

She couldn't take on a mountain. Not alone. Could she?

Blueberry bared her teeth at him, crouching low. Seriously. Get the fuck out of here. She was sick of his nonchalance and his stupid jokes. He didn't belong here. She had half a mind to call for Bronco.

But she wanted to prove herself.