The Sentinels You Put the running into run

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He was effectively bamboozled. She had just fluttered right past him, throwing a snarkless command in the wind like he was some kinda lapdog. It took him a minute, but damnit-

“Aye, I ain’t gotta remember not a damn thing- speshulleh bout places and whatnot. We Family in this here posse gurl, and I could care less bout whatever the hell else flappin in that noggin er yers. “ She wasn’t bout ta be orderin him around- pulling rank was disapproved of in Shadewood, so Cry has said. 

Bracing himself, he stood in place, refusing ta help her do shit till they cleared up this mess. “And shuld ya think yer all big an bad, handle it tha right way.” Hell, every wolf knew a challenge when they heard it. And apparently this was no exception. Cry did say they weren’t allowed ya pull rank- but he didnt say they weren’t allowed to beat each other’s asses. 

“Ain’t helpin ya look fer shit,” which he promptly punctuated in a snort sneeze. 

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