Gala - "I'll admit, Taiga; I'm impressed by your scenting skills. Too bad that's the only thing you're good at."
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Taiga - "You! Get out of my territory!"
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Gala - "You and what army? I have a strong fighter patrol of fifteen, I'd say. Ready to take back our hunting grounds."
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Gala - "What are those meek things behind you, weasels? And only five more? Lovely job, Taiga. Now I can take this land back, to the Verates, where it belongs."
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Gala - "I'd like to thank you, Taiga. Your clan took lovely care of Verate's territory for us. There should be good hunting come freewater. Now get your mousey little tails out, or we'll drive you out faster than you can say you surrender."
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Taiga - "No! This land belongs to Skyrus! You and your flea-bitten mongrels will never take it from us!!"
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Taiga - "You! Get out of my territory!"
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Gala - "You and what army? I have a strong fighter patrol of fifteen, I'd say. Ready to take back our hunting grounds."
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Gala - "What are those meek things behind you, weasels? And only five more? Lovely job, Taiga. Now I can take this land back, to the Verates, where it belongs."
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Gala - "I'd like to thank you, Taiga. Your clan took lovely care of Verate's territory for us. There should be good hunting come freewater. Now get your mousey little tails out, or we'll drive you out faster than you can say you surrender."
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Taiga - "No! This land belongs to Skyrus! You and your flea-bitten mongrels will never take it from us!!"
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