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Amadeus thought himself rather smart; it was why he grabbed the pup, not Milan. He knew which would hurt her more.

He didn't know about the old woman hidden away in the den.

The pup was a fat little thing. It wailed and wiggled, but the jaws of Amadeus held tight.

With his sister on her side, something became apparent. The hair on her stomach was still thick. There was no sign that she had been feeding pups this young. A spark of anxiety, something he hadn't felt since youth, rang through his bones until he nearly could have cursed. Milan was soft, but he had heard stories of mother's from outside of the Paragon giving up their feminity for the jaws of bears.

But they were still women.

Amadeus snarled, hopping back to keep distance. There was no room for sermons with a mouthful like this one, instead he would play the brute.