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He wasn't done pestering his clearly annoyed sister when the Uncle grabbed him by the scruff without previous notice. Keelut couldn't do anything but kick the air around him in an instinctual struggle to free himself from the larger male's grasp, but it was fruitless. He was helpless against the old man's power, and the feeling sparked something inside the child that not even he knew could happen. He growled, a deep growl that was nothing like the playful rattles that he dedicated his siblings when play fighting. This was a snarl full of anger and desperation, and he quickened in the larger male's grasp with ferocity as he lashed out with his claws to try and harm his wrong-doer.

Perhaps, if they did things right, both Astrid and Keelut could take this brute down before it was too late. That had been the first time Keelut had put a death sentence on a wolf.