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the male that mahler had suspected might lead the attack did the opposite; he crumbled beneath the snakebite of the gargoyle's teeth. breath seared out on either side of his grasp, lips upturned into a cruel grin quite unlike any feeling that had been displayed upon his face.
jaws ground down, not harsh enough to break the skin further; mahler warned with another resounding growl. 
and then there came to him the low, memorable sound of his son's tread — thade! and the lavender eyes hardened. he made as if to shove the downed man away from him in a rough gesture; stepping back with a flare of his hackles that promised more than a bruised muzzle if he was tested again.
mahler kept his stare toned coldly to his would-be opponent, but about him he heard the sounds of victory, noting that in the flurry legion had lost the feminine soldier in flight from rivenwood's violence. it was only then he noted kigipigak's presence, a peripheral snowfall; and pride filled his heart.
knowing arbiter's son would be handled well by the combined efforts of the captain, the sylph, and his son, the shadowpriest snapped his jaws upon air toward the weakling cur he had first attacked. and if he was not stopped, mahler meant to shoulder his way deeper into the territory, hiking his leg in an arc of yellow for the first claiming.