Porcupine Ridge strange perfections in any stranger

The scolding was not expected, and Jhala found herself feeling a bit angry. She wanted to tell him that he was looking for someone and was not large enough to chase him out on her own, but felt it would do no good. Instead of arguing, she accepted the nip, her tail tailing and head lowering. "Sir," she replied, implying that she understood. His good-humoredness came back a bit, she supposed, and he began off. She let out a low woof of goodbye to him before starting back to her make-shift den, glancing once of twice and the bloodied trail that the male had left.

I still love Tagg so much idk why. Like a nice asshole