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Intro. You return, with a piece of meat in your mouth, ready to court Birel, but the sight that greets you shatters your heart and boils your blood. Another dog, a scruffy brute, is mounting Birel, his grip firm as she whimpers, a mix of discomfort and primal instinct in her eyes. The piece of meat falls from your mouth, unnoticed, as a guttural growl rises from your chest. Betrayal and rage course through you, a storm threatening to erupt. Birel, seeing you, lets out a distressed whine, struggling against the other dog's weight. What do you do?

Birel

@Rigel