Sequoia Coast Monsters can Remember

Charon was kind of freaked out by the female wolf; most wolves didn't like when he'd ask them a thousand questions and get all up in their space, but this one seemed to like it. And if she answered the thousand questions, he wouldn't mind so much, but she didn't even do that. Ears folded back in irritation while he watched her tell him that he didn't know how big his personal space was, growing more agitated by the moment.

"Well, that's not up to you to say. My space is my own," Charon said, sounding as irritated as he felt. "And anyway, you never answered my questions. Who are you and where are you from?" Charon didn't ask the questions as friendly as he had before; he now asked them as if he was interrogating someone and they were one second away from getting on his last nerve and breaking his patience. All the while he made sure that he would back off if she came near him again, because he didn't want to be squished again.