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Dag ran headlong for the feline, having heard its snarl from the camp. He had spent some time inspecting Valkyrie's latest captives and making sure they were fed and watered. The ones she'd collected all seemed... small, like Dutch, which seemed like an odd choice. They weren't suited for hard labor, that was for sure. Oi, but he'd leave Valk to her ways.

What mattered now was the feline intruder! Using his weight for momentum, Dagfinn threw himself at the cat in the hopes of knocking it away from Dutch. With a grunt, he managed to shoulder the cat off of the smaller female. "Round the back, round the back!" He bellowed. If they had any hope of taking down this cat, they'd need to attack from different angles. Even a scrappy whiskered cat-thing didn't have eyes on the back of its head! Or so he really, really hoped. He didn't stop to check Dutch for injuries, but he had come to understand that the little female could hold her own. Dag admired her moxie. Between the two of them, taking down this cat was a sure thing.

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