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She screamed at him, and Dune's ears flinched, but he did not budge. If he was mean, then she was an idiot for thinking so. Perhaps if she had used common sense and gotten out of his way, he would have been kind to her. Alas, she had done nothing but bitch and moan about how terrible he was, clearly missing the fact that she had done nothing but annoy the ever-loving shit out of him. Even now, when he had given her the chance to leave, she stood there and emptied her lungs at him. All bark and no bite.

Dune took a threatening step toward her, hoping that would be enough to invoke the "flight" mode in her, and his growl deepened, growing louder and grizzlier with each breath. This was her final warning before he would go after her again.