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But when one of them made a move towards her, he got suddenly territorial. After all, he'd been the one to go through the trouble of kidnapping her, he didn't plan on sharing his spoils, they could easily get their own. He crouched down slightly and let out a challenging growl, and the other guy backed up again. "Fine, she's yours," but it was clear by the way he spoke that he didn't agree with that idea. Fenrir had known coming in that he was going to have to keep the others away from the girl. He really did intend to turn her, not eat her, but the others couldn't always be trusted, even if they were loyal to him.
"Which one of you decided to move your arse into my place?" he asked, noticing that the area he'd built for his personal home had been moved into. A little frustrated growl rumbled through him before the perpatrator stepped forward and said he would get his things out. Fenrir noticed that this one was the guy who didn't seem so excited to see him, most likely was the one who had taken over in his absence. He was going to have to keep a close eye on him. Once the place was cleared out, he grabbed the girl by the arm, though not nearly as roughly as before, and led her to his "home", which was more of a cave than anything, giving her a small shove into the enclosure. Before he went in after her he turned around and looked at the others.
"Someone get me a pack of fucking cigarettes." He was immediately tossed a pack, and he disappeared into his place, dropping the cloth that served as a door behind him. Once inside, and making sure the girl wasn't going to go anywhere, he lit the fire in the center of the cave, lit a cigarette, and after taking a long drag of it, looked over her for a long moment. "So, sweetheart, what's it going to take to get a name out of you?"