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Which is how Rue knew to fluff up her ruff in an atteht for their sobriety, she would do whatthe Teatotal Abstinence Society

Uncle Channing tensed

Rue, never one to back down froe either, reared up She was under no delusion as to her chances Uncle Channing was the pack Gay felloho y wolf, but any leanness was deceptive, as in both forms he was coh-looking scrappy sort of wolf, but she wasn’t big, vicious, or ht distract the pack long enough for the drones to get away

Uncle Channing leapt, teeth bared

And was knocked out of the way by another wolf, slighter than Channing, with dark brown colouring and blood-red chest fur

Uncle Rabiffano!

Uncle Rabiffano was – technically – pack Beta, although he never arded hat shop not too far down the street froht In fact, if anyone asked, she would have said he couldn’t He waswhat he wanted A fe blinks of disapproval fro reested, even Paw

However, it turned out he could fight

He , but he was also sober, and quick Really, very quick!

Rue sat back on her haunches in shock, watching as the most urbane and sweet-natured of her uncles turned into a whirling dervish of teeth and claws

Channing, surprised by the attack and by its ferocity, whined and whied He wobbled to his side and then flopped on his back, presenting his stomach as quickly as possible

Rabiffano took this as his due with one final nip of reproach