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Stag held Monarch's stare, recognizing the defiant intent in her eyes. She crept closer every time he chanced to look away -- this little smeaky-smeak was not getting his stone!!

He grappled the ancient artifact between his thick paws, his ears pressed ahead in assertive confidence. Shifting his hind legs under him, Stag outwardly appeared as if he was unphased by the little thief's imminent approach, but inwardly his hindquarters were coiled and ready to push him up into action.

Setting the rock between his bladed teeth, Stag hunched his shoulders and stared back: come hither, puta.