Ghost Lion Crag youngblood

This guy didn't talk, which was unsettling but not innately terrible. So far everyone he'd encountered had been talkative, so it was almost a nice break. But the guy was still up in Titmouse's face without a second thought; sniffing, prodding, being really weird and particularly invasive. Tit was taken by surprise by this. Having been wandering on his own for so long, he didn't really enjoy having a big ol' stranger getting up close and personal; this was evident by the flash of his front teeth and the way he rounded backwards with each attempt by the stranger to get any information. He wasn't afraid exactly, just wary. Behind him, Tit's tail was stiff against his hocks, although the tail-tip gave an occasional flick in the manner of a curious feline.