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For a moment he did not speak; he ran his tongue thoughtfully across his lips, and smoothed the bristled fur that had still been risen with fury along his spine. He still did not look to her as he calmly but strongly stated, "we do not talk to trespassers." He turned then, and as he walked past her, his teeth fell on her rump in a firm nip. She needed to be scolded, to be taught, but his waving tail spoke to the return of his good humor, and as he jogged away he glanced back at her with the corner of his mouth quirked into a subtle grin. He was not mad at her, and his frustrations, for now, had been vented on the trespasser.