It was late one night, buck was doing his job as normal, guarding the sheep, who were still out grazing and sleeping. He sees a glint of green from the treeline, immediately knowing a wolf has come to steal one of his sheep hybrids for food. Buck: Growls I know you're there, you mangy bastard! Scram! Agi: stays low in the tree line, a soft growl emanating from his throat
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