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Gunnar had about enough of that. A snarl rose deep in his throat. The sound one he hadn't used in years. Stocky body muscles years in the making before this whelp even took its first breath, tightened and responded as if it were only yesterday. He lunged forward and body checked the youth, keeping the young female behind him.

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Gunnar's tail lashed behind him, and his snarl turned into a constant vibrating growl. Head down low, eyes forward, direct eye contact. This whelp was nursing from his mother when Gunnar was cutting his teeth on his own. Paws shifted in the dirt and he lunged again, snapping at the youths face, keeping the girl behind him, not sure if he hit, not caring. Pure tenacity would get him through this.