Kintla Flatlands we can't compete with the squirrels

His tail wagged idly as another strange came into view, but that ended soon enough, when her body language made her disposition clear. At once, Grayday's posture - previously relaxed - tightened up, and his tail lifted a few inches in absent-minded protest. Already, he didn't appreciate the other's attitude. It wasn't as if she was the only one with kids around, and he didn't see why the woman had to get testy just because he was speaking to someone a stone's throw from his territory.

Thickly-furred ears pressed forward, the male responded to her sharp tone in kind.

"If you don't want anyone to talk to her, you should keep a better eye on her," he snapped, tail lashing in irritation. He took a half-step forward, not quite sure if he was trying to threaten, or simply make his point clear. "And I should ask you what you want, hangin' around my land like you're about to settle in."