Sal was pissed. The alpha stood on his porch and glared at the twenty-some dalpre on the ground. Everyone had their heads, ears, and tails down as he roared at them.
Mamgum, his wife, stood behind him with a rolling pin in one hand. It was her yell, a powerful sonic blast that stopped most fights.
Sal looked at Bor as he approached. "You okay?"
"I'll live."
"What was the fight about?"
"Ruben."
"We agreed, he stays."
Bor shrugged.
"Fine, double hours."
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