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Anselm lost all composure when the male swooped in and effectively blocked him from his meal. Outraged, outmaneuvered, and outmanned, Anselm was left with no choice but to accept this was how it would be.  It was all he could do to not aim a snide bite at the man’s back — one that would surely earn him far worse in return. 

A growl sounded from the bushes, causing him to startle. Anselm did not see the author of said noise and assumed, perhaps preemptively, that this belonged to reinforcements. 

He licked his lips with an unhappy whine, pulling his ears back as he stepped away. Anselm might be hungry, but he wasn’t about to risk his life over a kill when Paleo wasn’t hurting for food. Stepping away, Anselm’s goal was to back off far enough he could turn and run without exposing his back.