Otter Creek it's the screams, baby

Zhenya's ears perk as soon as she hears the man's slurred words in her ears. She immediately turns to face him, braced for battle with her ears perked and her eyes locked. Her tail lashes behind her, audibly beating the wind as she steps back. A low rumble erupts in her throat while her brow furrows and a snarl rips across her maw, mimicking the male's behaviors. You're too close, she purrs, though her words are lined with an incredibly real threat. And from what I can remember, you are no friend of mine.