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Quasi gulped when he saw the torn up canine looming over him with a disdained expression on his face. He leered down at Quasi, a distaste he was well aware was for him in particular. He sneered a venomous greeting,
“Well, well, Omega. You seem to have brought back prey for the pack. And quite a useless and measly catch as well. Is that really to feed the entire pack? How pitiful…”
Quasi took a slight step back, his fur slowly beginning to bristle in the face of this usual animosity. He said nothing to the worn pack warrior, and his friends could only silently watch the confrontation play out before them. They knew better than to assert themselves or stand up for their friend to a higher pack member. It was just asking for punishment.
The tall scarred up canine, Spruce, jut his muzzle into Quasi’s face, causing him to react by drawing his head back. Spruce’s unsettling yellow eyes pinned straight into Quasi’s own grayish blue ones. He began to speak judgmentally again,
“Well, your catch won’t feed the entire pack, but it can settle the hunger of either a young pup or a nursing queen. I suppose I’ll give it to the one who needs it most, give it here—“
Just as Spruce was about to snap his jaws around Quasi’s own squirrel, the darkly furred canine felt his pelt bristle not in unease, but with hot outrage. Swiftly, he drew his head back and avoided Spruce’s grab for the squirrel in quick defiance.

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Quasi gulped when he saw the torn up canine looming over him with a disdained expression on his face. He leered down at Quasi, a distaste he was well aware was for him in particular. He sneered a venomous greeting,
“Well, well, Omega. You seem to have brought back prey for the pack. And quite a useless and measly catch as well. Is that really to feed the entire pack? How pitiful…”
Quasi took a slight step back, his fur slowly beginning to bristle in the face of this usual animosity. He said nothing to the worn pack warrior, and his friends could only silently watch the confrontation play out before them. They knew better than to assert themselves or stand up for their friend to a higher pack member. It was just asking for punishment.
The tall scarred up canine, Spruce, jut his muzzle into Quasi’s face, causing him to react by drawing his head back. Spruce’s unsettling yellow eyes pinned straight into Quasi’s own grayish blue ones. He began to speak judgmentally again,
“Well, your catch won’t feed the entire pack, but it can settle the hunger of either a young pup or a nursing queen. I suppose I’ll give it to the one who needs it most, give it here—“
Just as Spruce was about to snap his jaws around Quasi’s own squirrel, the darkly furred canine felt his pelt bristle not in unease, but with hot outrage. Swiftly, he drew his head back and avoided Spruce’s grab for the squirrel in quick defiance.