Silvertip Mountain antipathy

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same goes for you. don't go running off with any stupid boys. i'd have to kill them. this was said with a charming grin, but surely byll could see how serious he was, the hatred at the very idea flared in his eyes, his hackles. he had some small idea of what it was that males and females got up to in the darkness of night, and he had determined that he would never let that happen to her.

flinging himself down on the rock face again, buffalo lapped at one paw, where ice had scraped between his toes. it was a mildly irritating pain, and because of it he sought to distract himself by rising yet again and biting for byll's hip; he wanted to harass her, to play, to forget.