Ankyra Sound 'Cause only gold is hot enough

His moods proved as mercurial as wind; in one instant Ephraim was growling lowly at Illidan as his jaws closed on his muzzle, and in the next he was letting go and moving back, whip-thin tail swaying invitingly. The lifting and lowering of his ears conveyed a shifting of his mood between assuredness and uncertainty, as if he couldn't decide whether or not he wanted to engage Illidan in play. At arm's length like this, Ephraim's behaviour suggested he was open to it, but perhaps it was Illidan's size that made him less sure the closer he was.

This time, he tolerated Illidan getting close. The pout had done its job for the moment, making Ephraim's emotions swirl at a sickening pace through his belly until he felt guilty for his volatile reaction. It didn't feel good in the moment, but was necessary for him; he learned then how to differentiate between threat and non-threat, and he even let Illidan grab his ear before he yanked it out of reach and countered by reaching a tiny paw up to try to bop his sibling's snout.