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Segar was never far from Hannibal’s side now, although the rank had yet to be given to him officially he saw himself as Hannibal’s personal body guard. He wasn’t as large and fierce as Sirius but he had dtermination on his side and a devotion to Hannibal that couldn’t be mistaken. He snarled as he lunged from the underbrush and took the cat’s swiping paws to his face, the hooked claws sinking in and ripping at his flesh as he struggled to batter the cat down with his paws. He could feel blood seeping from new wounds where the cat’s claws had left thin rakes in his skin and yelped in pain as oxygen flooded the deep gashes in his face burning his features in their wake.
In an instant he kicked the cat away and snarled, shielding Hannibal’s body with his own and snarling as his hackles raised. He was still unskilled but that didn’t stop him from fighting for his beloved. Again and again he found himself comparing his thin frame to the burly male he had seen maim Hannibal that day when the whole pack was gathered, hate flashed through him and he found his claws digging into the dirt. In his mind the furious cat was the dark male and he was avenging his lover. He charged in again for a second attack, this time catching the cat’s swiping paw in his jaws while it yowled in pain and batted furiously against his muzzle. He felt the sensitive flesh of his muzzle split open and gave a shrill cry of agony before dropping the cat altogether and stepping back to shield Hannibal again a weaker growl lingering on his muzzle as a fresh wound made it harder for him to keep his eye open. He wanted to prove to Hannibal that he was worthy of protecting him, even if the male was capable of protecting himself, he wanted to prove his value, even if it wasn’t necessary, and wanted to show Hannibal that he was worth his time and effort. Word count: 344
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