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The fight was over quickly. When the intruders retreated with their hard-earned lesson in tow, Bazi was shaking for the adrenaline of it. Kaskara tailed the two males for what seemed like an eternity whilst she waited with the fighter's brother, standing on the tips of her white little toes - as if being slightly taller would make her see farther.

When Kaskara returned, so did Bazi's breath. She exhaled deeply, tail wagging hard and close to the ground as she licked and nuzzled her way through the darker woman's admonishing. "I'll go to stay with Paarthurnax right now," she promised, wheeling round to lavish attention on Saber in the same second that Scimitar appeared out of the shadows - which made her stop and take a quick step back.

He gave the group a bewildered look, taking stock of each wolf in turn - Bazi first, obviously uninjured, before he moved towards his sister. "Two black males," she reported, curving one plush ear in the direction that the pair had gone. "I heard them creeping in. Saber and Kaskara fought them off."