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Prince snorted, a heavy sound but not aggressive or even mocking. He sounded more tired than anything, and he shot Arrille a half-mournful, half-resentful glance.
You think we wouldn't have helped you? The boy demanded, but he did not raise his voice. Truthfully he didn't even know the extent of what Arrille had done. Not yet. But he intended to find out. What-- what did you do, Arrille? My packmates want you dead. I don't know if I...
He stopped. Bad Prince. Don't say that. I want to know the truth. If you're capable. The add-on wasn't as biting as he had meant it to be; it came out rather weary.