Haunted Wood the darkness calls

His eyes narrowed at her response. Peregrine couldn't tell whether she was being sarcastic or truly obtuse. Either one was unacceptable, he decided. His lips began to skin back from his teeth in a warning grimace, his head rising a few notches, ears pressing forward aggressively and tail stiffening into a curl behind him. He made no move to attack right away, lest he lose his claim on the dead pika, but instead hoped to intimidate her into retreating.

"Yes. You must not be very observant, so I'm also going to point out the fact that locusts have recently eaten every scrap of foliage for miles around. Food is going to become scarce real fast. These are our hunting grounds now, so it would be in your best interests to leave. Immediately." His tail lashed, making it clear it was not a request but a demand. He wouldn't ask twice; his next command would be issued with his teeth.